My father is doing better, but won't be out of the hospital anytime soon.
My mother can't pump gas. The card reader was out and the concept of the attendant turning on the pump and then she would pay the attendant kicked her ass.
Oh, and she can't open the mail without becoming confused and needing advice.
It's staaarrrrrtttiiinggg... I can't, can you do this for me? She ate years of my life this way. I'm done.
I told her I can't pump gas for her, and she actually did laugh. I'm floating the idea of one of those senior apartments with medical care on site. They don't need a nursing home, but every freaking crisis has happened on a weekend or a holiday, and they obviously need more medical attention than they are getting. I did not graduate from medical school last night, and I have my own demanding career and I'm trying to have a life, because, let's remember, I lost my own husband/the future I worked toward/our life's savings two years ago. I need my career, my social life, my friends, travel, happy hours talking shop, this is what keeps me functioning. I can't get sucked into caretaking, that really, truly would kill me, and fortunately, they have assets and good insurance and I should not have to. But they will demand it, because the same parents who never babysat their own grandkids will expect me to babysit THEM. Oh, wait, I'm ranting again. Boss gets it, I need to save the rants for him, because he grew up with stunningly narcissistic parents too. Sacrificing for the children? Oh, please, children are your property, they are supposed to do what YOU expect! Even when they're adults and have lives they have earned. Stop ranting, Catherine....
I'm glad tomorrow is Friday. I have a lot to do between now and carpet install on Monday, but I can get it done, and one more interior task will be done and over. After this I just pay people to fix busted shit.
Tomorrow will be another gym day, tonight I will do yoga and curl up in bed and knit three, maybe as many as four rows of something before falling asleep.