Jesus Christ! It’s incredible the stupidity of some people… My mother is a clueless clone, and granny, well… Runs in the family? I must be adopted, it is certain, as the same blood cannot be running through our veins.
4:30am I woke up. I knew I had to pick up my granny to take her to a doctor’s appointment at 6am. Cool. Whatever. Took a bath, ate, fed the kitties, and off I went to the sound of Dead Can Dance. Beautiful morning. Still dark and the moon was showing all her light… Nature is so breathtaking!
5:30am Arrived at grannys. I only had to open the car’s window to hear the ongoing fight… That house always has the same fighting soundtrack, or so it seems. As I realized that noone was going to notice my car’s honk because of the fighting inside, I breathed in and out and dared to approach the gates… And then the barks of the fight turn into words and sentences that made one fact clear: The medicare and other med cards of my granny were missing… again… Granny comes out, mummy comes out and then both are screaming their cases at me. I just said Shut up! They kept on and I screamed again Shut up! People! Sudden silence. As the mouths began to stir I simply went inside, upstairs and started looking. Plenty of useless papers. Five minutes later the fight went on downstairs… Ugh! Well, in the end the cards are still missing, but I found old ones that at least have the much needed numbers… Downstairs I simply went to the gate and called granny so we could go. Mummy stating that it was an useless action just going without cards… Well, duh, I know, but a least the ones I found would give some percentage to the chance of the meds actually accepting the patient…
6:05am Arrived to the office… Coincidentally in the same building that I work… How nice… And as we get there only one person had arrived. The place opens by 7am. Ok, now I just turned to granny asking why in blazes they made me get up so early. “Oh, the paper said early”. She showed me the paper… it said 7am. Grrr… Of all things I hate most, waking up early is one of them. I am not a morning person… So, breath in breath out again… Think of the moon and Dead Can Dance… Seated on the floor and the long wait began.
7:05am A cuckoo clock sounds from within the office, but it still remains dark. Only 5 people in line. My theory when going to see meds is go as late as possible, you will be on time anyway… Scrutinized the oil paintings of a lawyer office (tacky, tasteless crap)…
7:20am The office crew finally arrives. We all go inside (wheee o algo), and granny is given papers and asked for cards. She hesitated and I just took the papers, smiled, and asked granny to come with me seat down and fill the blanks. Took the papers back with the only card that was not dated. Oh, she needed the medicare card… who knew… I got the old card that I found and they accepted it (the numbers, the numbers!). In my head a big Jah! kept laughing for a while… So much fighting ever since 4am (that’s when their soundtrack began) to have silly me get a stupid old card that actually worked… Maybe it was just a witch’s good luck after a full moon bath… So… Left granny in the office, gave them my numbers so they call me when she’s done so I take her home. Piece of cake.
8:00am I already asked for the time out of work to deliver granny, they haven’t call but should do so in about half an hour. Now, it’s interesting how all of this proves the clueless brain of both mummy and granny. Granny had been calling me for more than 3 weeks to make certain I would take her to the med… but it was only 3 hours before doomsday that she decides to look for the cards… And then you have Mummy… Ugh! Headache! Headache! She simply cannot keep records of anything at all. All that she has around are papers and papers and papers that should land on the trash. No important papers in one specific place. If she knows Granny is clueless, she should have 2 copies of everything: One that she should keep just in case and one that she gives Granny. Is that so hard? Ugh! Migraine! Migraine! Just thinking about it makes my hair frizzy! Damnit!
I know I have a forgetful mind (thanks to Paxil), but that is why I write down EVERYTHING so I don’t forget, so I keep track, so I have evidence of things and actions and thoughts. When you have a problem it is common sense to simply work with it or solve it. The same applies to having a condition, to any environmental threats, to life. Life is about accepting challenges and doing something to be a fighter if not a winner. Sitting down simply to whine and do nothing further is fruitless and pointless.
I see Mummy doesn’t want to take care of Granny or Granpa… And she do everything possible to stir bad karma to everyone involved. That is bad, because although children should not be expected to be caretakers, they should be expected to show sensibility especially when that is exactly what they have received their whole life. If Mummy cannot do any house-sitting, then damnit, hire someone to do it. A nun could stay during the day, feed the old people, bath them, pray with them… Is that so much to ask for? Nights should not be so burdensome… It is in their demeanor that things get heated and fights keep on being constant. If properly fed, properly kept in health, properly cleaned, and properly entertained… it shouldn’t be so hard to keep peaceful nights everyday. Oh, but those are marathonic tasks for Mummy. She has so much to do… Right… I guess common sense is out of the question.
Whatever… Ghouls and goblins eat my heart out… Common sense seems to be the stuff that only gods and goddesses feed of…
Stormy weather, rain, floods, lightning, raging rivers… Cool stuff if you are very into Ravenloft. It was funny that the other day they interviewed the owner of a car that the currents took away. The lady’s eyes were puffed and I said “Damn, she really loved the car!”, then as she explained, she pointed out her cat was in the car, but it was safe now. Somehow that explained it all… Fuck the car, kitty was in there! That’s the stuff that drama is made of, worthy of being mentioned at Animal Planet’s news.
At work people from the capital keep doing things they should ask me to do, but since they keep on thinking I am a brainless entity of darkness they keep doing things themselves. Since January I have had no updates at all about what is going on in the friggin department… I hope I get changed from this crappy, rotting position. I don’t care if it means busting my ass off (bad choice of words) but I need to feel useful… Here it is a matter of so much talent being wasted…
And personal matters keep on being a rocky road. I’m not bad, I’m just drawn that way. I’m not sour, I’m a demanding bitch. Deal with it or get off the ship. I cannot be nice when no one is nice to me. I cannot settle for less when I know I deserve all, and I know that people can give all if they only wanted to. I don’t expect a snail to fly, or an eagle to wiggle, or a scorpion to grant hugs… But I expect a snail to keep a certain path, and an eagle to fly high, and a scorpion to bite. It’s what they do. So, I know what to expect from certain people… some are slow but certain, others fly high, others bite… And I don’t expect any less of all of them, as long as they all give the hundred percent of what they got. And I know when that happens… or not. And when the not is certain, that’s when I get really pissed off.
I’ll keep on flying high. How about you?
10-4
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