Family Update

My family is a real piece of work… seriously. 

At 4pm yesterday, I decided to try to call my mom even though I figured she was in a hospital waiting for my step-dad to get his open-heart surgery done… and therefore she wouldn’t have her cell on.  I call.  She picks up immediately.  They’re AT HOME?!?!  Wha….???

Apparently yesterday was the date for a SECOND OPINION – not the surgery.  *headdesk*  My mother was so garbled and upset the last time we talked that the message got all goofy apparently… who knows.  *headdesk* *headdesk* *headdesk*  The really good news is that the second opinion was that the first doctor was seeing things and that open heart surgery may not even be needed.  The second doc is trying to get a hold of the first doc, because she has no idea what he saw that would merit a recommendation of immediate open-heart surgery.  Apparently the first doc, who was extremely easy to get a hold of previously, has suddenly disappeared and no one can get a hold of him.  Something smells wrong here…

I recommended to my parents to go for a third opinion.  Given what we now know about the first doc, the second doc is prolly right.  I will spare you all the details… but to be sure, I think a third opinion is a good idea since so far they have two wildly different opinions as yet. 

Anyway… my mother is now claiming that my step-father seems healthy as a horse (as opposed to her description of being completely white and sleeping all the time last week) and she sees the point about maybe not needing the surgery.  *headdesk*  My mother is a pathological liar who half the time doesn’t even know when she’s exaggerating or lying… so who knows what the truth is.  I just didn’t think that with such an important topic as my step-father’s heart that she wouldn’t hop on the drama train and start painting her own dramatic versions of reality.  Oh, silly me.  It seems obvious to me now that I should’ve known better.  She’s mentally ill.  Stress isn’t going to cure it – more likely it would exacerbate it.  Ah well, ya live – ya learn. 

Today I feel kinda like a slug.  Tuesday I was so upset and sad and worried about my step-dad.  Wednesday I was emotionally okay, because I seemed to have gotten most of my grieving out on Tuesday… however, I think I was still kinda messed up.  Today, I feel like I have spent the last two days running marathons.  I feel like I’ve been put through a meat grinder.  I feel like I could sleep all day… and perhaps I will… 

–AngryGrayRainbows