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.