This morning I finally made the decision not to wake up so late anymore. The alarm went off and I said "one more day" and that's it, no more sleeping in. Really, I can't do that for too much longer because I have things to do and I need the time to do them. Otherwise, my day went pretty well. Finally posted this really long article on the consequences of tax reform. Basically, the 99 percent are screwed. Okay, that aside. Mum was sort of getting on my nerves today with her hypochondria. Every day it's the same thing, "I don't feel good," "I'm going to vomit," "I have pains in my....," you get the picture. Does she ever ask or care if I'm feeling well? No, of course not. Unless I vomit on her, then she doesn't even bother to find out that I've been feeling a little under the weather lately; mostly seasonal allergies. It's just I, me, I, me go to doctor for a hang nail. She doesn't need me around, she needs a full time nurse to tend to her real or imagined ailments. Getting her to take her medication requires an act of divine intervention. Most of the time, I just ignore her complaints. Although sometimes, I can barely get through anything without her requiring some sort of attention. The thing is she doesn't want to leave the house for anything. She uses her "maladies" as an excuse to get out of a social engagement. It doesn't always work; then she comes home acting like she just crossed the desert. Please. I guess that happens when you get to a certain age and you start falling apart. What can you do? That's just life.
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