General Bitchery

Ugh. This is not turning out to be a good start for my year. I picked my mother up at the hospital, which took much longer than it needed to, and apparently the surgery has made her very susceptible to motion sickness, so she was sick on the way home. Since her stomach is completely empty, nothing came out, but still... After settling her neatly on the couch with a pillow and a tray for her to put her mail in, I called my dad to see if he would pick up her medication after I dropped it off. He copped some attitude, asking why she wasn't able to go get it herself. See, he tripped over the dog dish the other day, and the vision in his bad eye has gotten worse again. So he went to the eye doctor today, and found out that he needs to have the surgery all over again. Evidently, he believes that this gives him carte blanche to be a complete dick to everyone, which, guess what? IT DOESN'T. I am the one who will be expected to taxi him about and take care of them both, which I am willing (if not happy) to do, but I'll be damned if I'm going to grin and bear his being a prick about it.

I sound like a prick myself, but my dad would try the patience of a saint, and I ain't no saint. It has been suggested by a few people that he did this to make sure he didn't have to take care of my mom, and while I realize it's not, that's the sort of person he is. Inconsiderate and self-absorbed. I love him, but I find I like him more the less I see him, and I'm going to be seeing him plenty these next few weeks.