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Monday, October 6, 2008
In reviewing my posts I've realized to get the full effect why I seem angry/despondent/fazed beyond all belief, I need to explain a few things.
Boodha, god love this man child, has seizures and is mentally disabled (challenged, retarded, intellectually disabled whatever the current buzz word is.) He was left this way due to a virus, same thing that causes west nile, only vegas doesn't have any water and therefore no mosquitoes so they have no idea how he got sick. He still lives with my parents and my Dad or Mom take him to and pick him up from work every day. For variety, or when something heads off the rails, my husband or I will pick him up once a week or so.
Cancer gramps has cancer and is just ending his 1st round of chemo and radiation. His cancer is not the "hey we can more than likely take care of that with some chemo and radiation." His cancer is the kind that goes all over. Lung/ liver/ stomach/ ribs - you get the idea. But in Cancer gramps' words: "hey at least I don't have brain cancer!" Which makes him sound like he's the optimistic sort, Make no mistake, he is most decidedly NOT!!!! His cancer doc now asks him to qualify on a scale of 1 -10 what "shitty" means.
He just spent 3 days in the hospital getting transfusions and the nurses now just pat my Mom on the back and say they are sorry. Not only cause Cancer gramps has cancer, but because HE IS THE WORST PATIENT EVER!!!!
My Mom, Dad, and Boodha have basically been living at Cancer gramps house in shifts. Boodha boy, who deals brilliantly with change (snort, cough) has been struggling along as well as he can. He's only thrown a few fits that entail breaking watches, biting his own arm until it bleeds, throwing shoes, or just a few weekends ago, doing some redesign in Dad's caddy by pulling the review mirror out of the windshield.
Cancer gramps' 14 year old dog is blind/partially deaf, teeth are falling out and has fallen in the pool twice, but we can't put her down because we are almost certain it would push him over the edge as the dog is his only link to his late wife of over 50 years. Plus I thought he was going to commit harry carry (I don't think that's how it's actually spelled) 3 years ago, when the dog got out and went missing for 20 minutes. Cancer Gramps is considering getting an eye done on the dog so she can see, to the tune of $2500. Lord save me if he actually does.
My aunt, cancer gramps daughter and my Father's sister, died in August, within month of getting the same diagnosis Cancer gramps has.
My father and I have our own companies, but we are housed in the same office. His secretary, who was with him for almost 12 years, and whom we treated like family, embezzled 6 figures and we found out 1 1/2 months ago. This crappy, awful, loser of a woman, embezzled money knowing Cancer gramps, who worked in the office 20 hours a week, was dying, my aunt was near death, Boodha boy is.. well...Boodha boy and there are loans to keep the doors open. (cash flow in business sucks!!) My Dad suggested she spend years in confession, I stated she was disgustingly pathetic. Cancer gramps renamed her the Bandit and said I should put her in a back room and jab at her for a while.
So just in case anyone is keeping tabs, my Dad had 2 people (cancer gramps, the bandit) working min 60 hours a week. Now I am filling in for him which means there is 1 person doing 100 hours a week worth of work. It's beginning to wear too. Last week I stated just because I am now the only person in the office with boobs, doesn't mean I am also the only person who knows how to answer the phone, make a copy, send a fax, make coffee, take a message, order anything, put the toilet seat down etc and you bastards are damn lucky I come in here every day. (that last part was in my head, but damnit I meant it)
Thank god I work for myself or I would have been fired. Oh wait I can't be fired cause I own part of the joint. Lovely. Wait on second thought, maybe they could force me out and then...... then what? Oh hell moving on.
We banked a bank that was taken over by the FDIC and everything WAS NOT covered as advertised.
2 companies in our line of work have put the word out they are going to try and put everyone else out of business and have already working hard at it.
My grandmother has advanced Parkinson's disease and even though my mom has 4 other siblings, only she and one brother help out. Grandma Park is home bound and dependant on my Mom and uncle for everything. This has been going on now for almost 10 years. Grandma Park's refuses to move to an assisted living facility and the decision makers listen to her. I told my mom you can't let the person who is dependent on everyone else make that decision, but I was out voted. Grandma Park's is like Edith Bunker, with Parkinson’s and passive aggressive.
My husband and I have been together for 8 years, built our own home last year and needless to say the stress of all the above, plus in laws and outlaws and other things have made things more than a bit strained.
So there you have it, the snap shot of my life.
Boodha, god love this man child, has seizures and is mentally disabled (challenged, retarded, intellectually disabled whatever the current buzz word is.) He was left this way due to a virus, same thing that causes west nile, only vegas doesn't have any water and therefore no mosquitoes so they have no idea how he got sick. He still lives with my parents and my Dad or Mom take him to and pick him up from work every day. For variety, or when something heads off the rails, my husband or I will pick him up once a week or so.
Cancer gramps has cancer and is just ending his 1st round of chemo and radiation. His cancer is not the "hey we can more than likely take care of that with some chemo and radiation." His cancer is the kind that goes all over. Lung/ liver/ stomach/ ribs - you get the idea. But in Cancer gramps' words: "hey at least I don't have brain cancer!" Which makes him sound like he's the optimistic sort, Make no mistake, he is most decidedly NOT!!!! His cancer doc now asks him to qualify on a scale of 1 -10 what "shitty" means.
He just spent 3 days in the hospital getting transfusions and the nurses now just pat my Mom on the back and say they are sorry. Not only cause Cancer gramps has cancer, but because HE IS THE WORST PATIENT EVER!!!!
My Mom, Dad, and Boodha have basically been living at Cancer gramps house in shifts. Boodha boy, who deals brilliantly with change (snort, cough) has been struggling along as well as he can. He's only thrown a few fits that entail breaking watches, biting his own arm until it bleeds, throwing shoes, or just a few weekends ago, doing some redesign in Dad's caddy by pulling the review mirror out of the windshield.
Cancer gramps' 14 year old dog is blind/partially deaf, teeth are falling out and has fallen in the pool twice, but we can't put her down because we are almost certain it would push him over the edge as the dog is his only link to his late wife of over 50 years. Plus I thought he was going to commit harry carry (I don't think that's how it's actually spelled) 3 years ago, when the dog got out and went missing for 20 minutes. Cancer Gramps is considering getting an eye done on the dog so she can see, to the tune of $2500. Lord save me if he actually does.
My aunt, cancer gramps daughter and my Father's sister, died in August, within month of getting the same diagnosis Cancer gramps has.
My father and I have our own companies, but we are housed in the same office. His secretary, who was with him for almost 12 years, and whom we treated like family, embezzled 6 figures and we found out 1 1/2 months ago. This crappy, awful, loser of a woman, embezzled money knowing Cancer gramps, who worked in the office 20 hours a week, was dying, my aunt was near death, Boodha boy is.. well...Boodha boy and there are loans to keep the doors open. (cash flow in business sucks!!) My Dad suggested she spend years in confession, I stated she was disgustingly pathetic. Cancer gramps renamed her the Bandit and said I should put her in a back room and jab at her for a while.
So just in case anyone is keeping tabs, my Dad had 2 people (cancer gramps, the bandit) working min 60 hours a week. Now I am filling in for him which means there is 1 person doing 100 hours a week worth of work. It's beginning to wear too. Last week I stated just because I am now the only person in the office with boobs, doesn't mean I am also the only person who knows how to answer the phone, make a copy, send a fax, make coffee, take a message, order anything, put the toilet seat down etc and you bastards are damn lucky I come in here every day. (that last part was in my head, but damnit I meant it)
Thank god I work for myself or I would have been fired. Oh wait I can't be fired cause I own part of the joint. Lovely. Wait on second thought, maybe they could force me out and then...... then what? Oh hell moving on.
We banked a bank that was taken over by the FDIC and everything WAS NOT covered as advertised.
2 companies in our line of work have put the word out they are going to try and put everyone else out of business and have already working hard at it.
My grandmother has advanced Parkinson's disease and even though my mom has 4 other siblings, only she and one brother help out. Grandma Park is home bound and dependant on my Mom and uncle for everything. This has been going on now for almost 10 years. Grandma Park's refuses to move to an assisted living facility and the decision makers listen to her. I told my mom you can't let the person who is dependent on everyone else make that decision, but I was out voted. Grandma Park's is like Edith Bunker, with Parkinson’s and passive aggressive.
My husband and I have been together for 8 years, built our own home last year and needless to say the stress of all the above, plus in laws and outlaws and other things have made things more than a bit strained.
So there you have it, the snap shot of my life.
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