I'm Baaackkk!

Sorry it's been so long, I've been a little busy....

Health Report
Daddy got out of the hospital on Saturday, his diagnosis was congestive heart failure. Seems like when he was released from the hospital the second time, for some reason, they didn't prescribe him any heart medications. We will get to the bottom of this. He's still dizzy and moving slowly, but he's up and about, sitting in chairs, walking around the house, and most telling of all, bitching. He's definately developed his mean streak, so we know he's feeling better. Nothing pleases him, he's trying to pick a fight with anyone, everything has to be done NOW! Can you say narcissistic SOB? He's not a very good sick person, never has been, but when he's really sick, he's at least quiet.

We've got Mom on Xanex, to calm her down. Her back was hurting last night, so she took some muscle relaxers this morning, so Daddy isn't bothering her too much. He's very mean and demanding of her, but she jumps to his every beck and call. How she put up with him for 60+ years I'll never figure out.

My Health Report
I'm learning a lot, being cooped up with Old People. They definately have their ways about them. Mom directs me to the store and we have to go the way she tells me because 'we always go this way'. They only have one phone hook-up, so I bought them another phone with a cord and a cordless handset. (Daddy yelled at me about that one, he doesn't want anything new in the house. I'm not sure what that was all about...) There is no dishwasher. I'm already tired of doing dishes. They aren't keeping the house up as well as I thought, the interior needs a serious paint job, the windows need replacing, and Mom and Dad have collected lots of stuff over the past 50 or so years. To their credit, the house isn't falling down in disrepair, it's still a neat, clean home, just cluttered and old. No point in getting new stuff, whoever buys it will probably tear it down and rebuild. A house down the street sold for close to $1 million recently.

I live alone, and have for years. Any situation where I have to spend lots of time in close quarters with other people is a strain, so I admit it's (I'm ) difficult. We are all struggling for control, and it's tough to let them do their own thing. They seem to do things the hard way. Daddy sits in the back room, watching TV and yelling for stuff, Mom runs around the house trying to help him out. I swear, if we spend any more time 'Looking for something' I'll scream. She has to look for the car keys, her purse, some papers, some receipt, some book, something Daddy wants or needs. She's always looking for something, and Daddy is always yelling at her because she's looking for something. I can't fix that, I can try to make sure I put stuff in places, but that's the way they've always done it. And if I have to repeat myself, IF I HAVE TO REPEAT MYSELF AGAIN!!! I have to learn to E-nun-ci-ate More c-l-e-a-r-l-y and LOUDLY.

But it's good to be home, and it's good to help. Daddy has to go to doctors this week and next, and Mom has to go next week, so I'm good for something. My older sister said she'd come up after she retires to paint the interior, so I may hang out for a little longer to help. Mom says to let her retain control, so I told her she could pick out the color.

Job Hunt
What job hunt?

More to come...
As things happen, I'll be posting. Thanks for taking the time to read. You're opinions are welcome but if you have to start calling me names, don't bother, I won't read them. As my Dad says 'Opinions are like a**holes, everyone has one.'