So I think I may need back surgery. It's been an issue now for about a year; I went to the hospital months ago and received very little care; 12 hours, one bottle of pills I didn't need to show for it. They didn't even work. So here I am, in complete agony; it took me three hours to sit up, fifteen minutes to stand, and about ten more to put on my slippers. I'm okay if I just don't move or sleep, ever...
And that's just me. My mother's been in and out of the hospital since before May. They keep having her stay overnight due to serious issues, and then kicking her out before she can recover. And if you're thinking I'm exaggerating about the pills I don't need... Here's what they did for my mother. They gave her erectile dysfunction pills, and for my male cousin, they prescribed estrogen. I mean, why? In what universe does that make sense?
And now my brother may have a head cold! So all the shit is hitting the fan all at once. Nobody is happy right now, everybody's been crabby and sniping at one another, and now on top of all that, there's a pyromaniac setting fires, possibly city-wide... I actually got to see a bench burn.
Gah. One thing. One thing that is right. How the hell is that a great expectation? Why can't my brother feel healthy, or my mother get better?
On the other hand... I am happy that it's my back, and not my kidney again. That's actually nice.
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