Dr. Flaky Is Trying To Un-Fire Herself

Well Dr. Flaky played the “I’m sorry and I own EVERYTHING card” with me, as well as the “Please will you reconsider” card.  TWO CARDS THAT I AM A TOTAL SUCKER FOR.  The thing is, Dr. Flaky “might” get her shit together and do all the things I said need to be done in order for me to be able to be an effective assistant for her.  Or, she might just charm me back and keep with her chaotic ways.  It’s a total crapshoot.  But, since I need the money and the work, I’m probably going to take the chance.

In my own personal chaos news, my Dad is in the hospital AGAIN.  This time might REALLY be IT.  He is a long-time sufferer of Pulmonary Fibrosis, a progressive disease which causes scarring on the lungs to the point that you just can’t breathe, and die.  Secondly, he has c-diff, a terrible toxin in the colin that causes your insides to liquidate and seep out in diarrhea.  Poor old guy has already lost ten pounds he couldn’t afford to lose.  Third, he has sepsis (a bacterial infection of the blood) from the c-diff.  FOURTH, he has an injured left shoulder that is so bad, you can’t even touch it and is on cancer-level painkillers for that.  In short, Dad is a mess, and he is so weak, I don’t know if he can come back from this.  We initially called 911 yesterday because he couldn’t stand up off the couch, so we couldn’t even take him to the hospital ourselves, because we couldn’t help him up with all his aches and pains.  (INAPPROPRIATE SIDE NOTE:  You should have SEEN the hot hunky firefighters!!  GodDAMN my clothes nearly FELL OFF!!!)

This is very, very painful to see my Dad so weak and in pain and I’ve gone into Supergirl Cope Mode (the crash will come) and am spending the nights at the hospital so that my poor fragile mother won’t sleep there, and subsequently fall apart herself.

On top of this, my dear Uncle Preston died last Monday.  We were making preparations to go to Montana for the funeral this Thursday, driving straight through with my crazy aunt in tow, which I was dreading because she is not so much crazy as she is self-absorbed to the most severe extent (called my Mom while we were in the emergency room to tell her all about her physical therapy and how well it’s going, couldn’t give a fuck that Mom was IN THE EMERGENCY ROOM WITH MY DAD!), etc.  She is more a crazy-making aunt.  Everyone around her goes bonkers trying to tolerate her.  And I was going to have to share a hotel room with her.  Also, I was asked to sing at the funeral and I have terrible stage fright.  So, mixed feelings about probably not going to Uncle Peppy’s funeral.

So, in summary, my life has slid into chaos.  Send spoons!!!  I will deal with this on an hour-by-hour basis.  I will not blow up at anyone.  I will not start smoking again.  I will not end up in the psych hospital.  I hope my Dad lives.  I guess that is all.  Hope you are having a much better weekend than I.



14 thoughts on “Dr. Flaky Is Trying To Un-Fire Herself

  1. Sending you love, hugs and prayers. Hope that your father’s health improves. Sounds like he’s suffering a lot. I send you my condolences on the loss of your dear uncle. If your father is still in the hospital, I wouldn’t try to make it to the funeral. Take care of yourself first. Then spend time with your father. Singing at a funeral takes the back seat during a health crisis. Just my opinion. (((hugs)))

  2. You are going through so much, my magnificent friend. I’ve been praying for you all this afternoon, even though I’m not religious. I can feel your strength coming through your post. I know you said the crash will come but I think it’s not going to be as bad this time around Something tells me this

  3. Sorry I just posted that before I was through. Anyway as Kitt wisely advised you, please take care of yourself first! My heart goes out to you for your uncle and for your father. I know what it’s like to have a father in and out of the hospital suffering. It’s sheer hell. Your black friends will all be thinking of you and sending you all our love because you’re special. As for Dr. Flaky, you can give her another chance and if she blows it, that’s that. Don’t be hard on yourself about any of this bullshit!!!! Give yourself lots of credit because you’re the one being the most responsible and the sharpest knife in the drawer, Sweet Peach! You’re a Ginzu!!! ( I think that’s the name of those super sharp knives) anyway I love you, and I’ll be praying to the angels that you get through all this hellish heartache without crashing!!!! Xoxo p.s. you totally crack me up with that inappropriate comment about the hot emergency personnel !!! they must be part of some kind of cult of hotties!

    • Haha my “black” friends!! I was confused about that for a minute. Of course I have black friends but it didn’t make sense in context. I appreciate you supporting me in giving Dr. Flaky another chance. We’ll see if she rises to the occasion or fails miserably. It’s all in her best interests and I think she knows that. I have only good intentions for her. Oh my and my poor Dad…I am to the point of just praying for a peaceful death for him. He is suffering too much and this has dragged on for YEARS but at this point I don’t see it going anywhere good. So thank you again for the prayers, we need all we can get. Your Ginzu, BPOF 🙂

  4. p.p.s. Fuck, I’m using my cell phones verbal command feature and I didn’t mean to say “black friends” only I meant blog friends!#!! Autocorrect thought blog was black, wtf! I no longer drink booze and I’m not slurring!!!!

    • Thank you Jess! I AM feeling remarkably spoon-full, believe it or not. I spent the night in the hospital and then came home and did some work for Dr. HasHerShitTogether and now I’m doing blog stuff so YEAH! I’m good. So far. If my Dad dies all bets are off.

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