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20 October 2010 @ 10:24 pm
Bad Fucking Day...  
Not even kidding.



So my poor sister finally landed on her ass this weekend with a fever, which I suspect comes from not having a single day of downtime in almost three weeks. Then she finds out that she has to do the financial reports by Friday for her work, so all she has done for the last two days straight during her "off time", is worky-work.

Then today, her cat gets sick.

We noticed the cat, Zippo, looked like she was putting on a bunch of weight despite being on a diet. Then we noticed two days ago that she didn't seem to want to go downstairs at dinner time. Then yesterday, Zippo didn't want her cuddles with me. With sounds strange to use as an indication that she is sick - except she sleeps during the day, at my feet, and the second I make even the beginnings of "I am waking up" noises, Zippo will come running up to the head of the bed, and crawl under the covers with me, and demand to be petted. Not only didn't she do that, but she didn't even acknowledge me when I crawled down to the end of the bed to rub her stomach. And I noticed that her stomach felt really hard.

Then my sister tried to get her to eat and drink and she refused. So she offered Zippo milk and she drank like two lickfuls of it and then turned her head away. Milkies! She turned her head away from milkies. Last night, after my sister went to bed, I noticed that Zippo looked like she was having trouble walking. And I was looking at her and thinking, "Is it possible that she has gotten bigger since yesterday?"

Which seems insane and impossible, except then I thought, "What if it's water retention?"

So then my sister got her into the vet today and yep, water retention on her abdomen. So they have to drain it and then make sure there isn't a tumor in there and then rehydrate her (since she hasn't been drinking properly). Odds are, it's due to congestive heart failure. Which you can live with for some time, it isn't an immediate death sentence, but will certainly shorten the length and quality of Zippo's life.

Plus, they had to keep her over-night - which has my sister all anxious. And money is an issue, since my sister is about to be unemployed in like two months and has of yet to find a job. Though my sister is too worried about Zippo to be worried about money - so I'm doing it for her.

And all the other cats have been screaming all day about how Zippo isn't here - can't we see? Can't we see she forgot to bring Zippo home with her?!?!

Anyway, we shall see what the vet says about Zippo tomorrow - but I am worried and my poor sister is still in the bedroom working on her boss's financial reports.


Onto other things...why is my father so fucking crazy?

This one is full of not pleasant things from my childhood - I won't be offended if you don't want read it, I didn't want to live it.

So my dad - he has bipolar. So does my mom. So does my little brother. My dad wasn't the best father in the world by any means - but eventually he got help and a diagnose and medicine, so I try to keep up a relationship with him because I feel like he is at least making an effort.

So he was over for dinner tonight and conversation was filled with his silly internet jokes and talk of our various pets. Then my sister has to leave - to go to do more worky-work stuff, at six in the evening, on her crap-tastic day - and my dad and I are left to discuss sports and corn and eventually, movies.

Then this conversation occurs where my dad starts telling me about this movie he saw, "Uninvited" and how it turned out that it was the teenage girl who was the killer and then he described how she killed her mother in that movie.

And I said something like, "Yeah, I know they don't like to label teenagers as sociopaths, but that girl was clearly a sociopath in that movie."

And my father says, in his very serious voice, "You and your mother should have locked your brother up."

And I was just sitting there, wondering where that came from, because yes, my brother had issues (and often the medicine they tried made him violent) but he broke chairs and stole cars...he didn't ax-murder anyone. So, I said, "You do understand the definition of the word sociopath, right, Dad?"

And also, yes, hi...Thank you dad. I should have locked my brother up? I was seventeen. Yes, I was effectively raising my brother, but just because neither of my parents could be bothered to do it themselves. And yes, sometimes I forged signatures on school papers that my mother couldn't be bothered to sign, but I didn't actually have any standing in my brother's medical care.

But I'm glad my father thinks it was my job to take care of that. When I was seventeen.

Then he goes on to say that when my brother came to live with him - (at the age of 16, after my mother threw him out - because putting him in the hospital might make him feel abandoned, but throwing him out on the streets certainly wouldn't) - that my dad totally didn't take any shit from my brother.

"First time he got in my face, boy, I showed him the kind of business I meant. That's how you deal with that." And then he laughs, like beating your kids is a funny thing.

My brother had these paranoid delusions that he knew weren't real but couldn't stop from thinking them. So he drank. He was an alcoholic 16 year old who needed help. So getting him on medicine instead of alcohol is too much trouble for my dad. What always works is to beat the bipolar out of his system.

And then he tells me about how he also threw my brother out of the house after that and my brother had to "come back begging". That's good - my brother was sick and alone and had to go back to a house full of violence because he had no place else to go.

That's funny too, Dad.

I thought I was going to throw up, literally. Right there, just up-chuck my dinner all over him. I still might.

This is how it always happens - having an innocent conversation about some movie he saw and bam - we are having this conversation instead. It always comes out of nowhere with my dad.

So then I totally tainted my awesome cool convention pictures by getting them out and showing them to him, as a way to change the conversation subject.

When he went to leave, my dad said, "Well, I hate to go, we are having such a nice visit."

I could vomit.


It's been a bad fucking day.

Also, a couple of days ago I got a little cut on the corner of my mouth from stupidly licking the pudding off the lid to my pudding cup. And it hurts. Also, the inside of my cheek hurts, and is swelling up, probably where I was biting it so hard while my father was speaking.



The only upside has been watching my sister's kittens play "Ewww Spider"...which for those that don't know the silly games I make up for the kittens - you know those little plastic halloween spider rings? They will kill them dead. I like to go, "Ewww, ewww, a spider, ewww." in a high-pitched scared voice and then throw the little plastic spider ring across the room and go, "Help, help, kill it!" It gets them so riled up, it's ridiculous. They are ferocious beasts who will totally kill those nasty evil plastic spiders dead. Dead, I tell you.

OH - and also...on a good note - hiyacynth emailed me ultrasound pictures today!! Okay, that was a definite on the plus side - cuz Munchy P is like a real little person in there now! I was like, "HI, MUNCHY P, HI!" I can't wait for Munchy P to come join us in this world SO I CAN EAT HIM UP!!


I tried to chill out by watching some Goonies on ABC Family and then playing Klax (shut it, there is always time for Klax!). But The BFF claims LJ-ing it out would help, so...

Now I might go read some mindless porn. I hear there is a mpreg kink meme on spn_hardcore. Don't you judge me! Mpreg is mindless and I need mindless.

Thanks for letting me spew. I'll be in Australia.
 
 
 
i want to huggle you (and your little dog, too): comfortblue_fjords on October 21st, 2010 04:55 am (UTC)
Awww, sweetheart, sorry for such a suck-ass day! I feel your sister's pain, as I am doing the office financials this week, too. Spreadsheets are of the devil! And poor little Zippo! My cat (and the dogs, too) sends her best wishes and hopes for the best possible scenario for dear Zippo.

As to your dad -- go forth and read mpreg. And have a hug. I just made cupcakes, and I am virtually send you one w/ the power of my mind!
dodger_sister: faculty-weighit-baylorsrdodger_sister on October 21st, 2010 06:10 am (UTC)
Thanks! People keep telling my sister that this whole "extra amount of work" she has to do lately won't last forever. And I'm all in the background waving my hands at them to shut up because...yes, it won't last forever. The job will be gone in two months and she will be unemployed.

Seriously, I don't know how you do it...financial reports look like the worst thing ever.

Willow is an exceptionally awesome cat - (sometimes in those pictures, I think she is looking at you with psychic powers) - so her good wishes are appreciated. Piper's and...oh crap, I am blanking on the other one...oh for a minute there I was so proud I could remember all their names! Well, they are appreciated too.

Seriously...sometimes my family...

Yes, I enjoyed some mindless mpreg. Unfortunately I saw a prompt I really want to fill. The first time I respond to a prompt_meme is NOT going to be mpreg - I've never even written mpreg - I totally blame my weird and sucky day on the reason why I am even considering this.

I also went and checked out some deancasbigbangs.

Oh yes, please, cupcakes! Oh, now I have a chocolate craving. Why hasn't the sister bought Halloween candy yet?! It's like she thinks I'll eat it all before Halloween. :P

Thank you for the hugs.
bugeyedmonsterbugeyedmonster on October 21st, 2010 09:03 am (UTC)
Sorry to hear about your sister's problems and your cat.

And I sort of know about the bi-polar stuff... my uncle married a woman who was an un-medicated bi-polar. Their daughter also married an un-medicated bi-polar guy. Bi-polar hubby came from an abusive background and saw nothing wrong with the way his parents treated him.

I sometimes think people do treat their kids that way because they were raised the same way.

If you ever feel you have to cut your parents out of your life for your sanity's sake, just do it.

Sending hugs to you and your sis and the kitty.
dodger_sister: faculty-weighit-baylorsrdodger_sister on October 22nd, 2010 02:44 am (UTC)
Thanks!

My sister's cat is doing better but they still won't let her come home. My sister is compensating by spoiling the kittens like crazy, lol.

Bi-polar hubby came from an abusive background and saw nothing wrong with the way his parents treated him.

Yeah, I often think my brother doesn't see anything wrong with the way we were raised, which makes me worry for his own son. But my dad didn't get help or a diagnose until we were in high school and my brother got diagnosed and started seeking help when his own son was born - so I'm hopeful that things will be better for his family than they were for ours.

If you ever feel you have to cut your parents out of your life for your sanity's sake, just do it.

Somedays I feel like it, but our family is unreasonably close-knit and it would cause an un-ending amount of family drama. When I say family, I mean - grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, first cousins once removed and second cousins. When both of my parents are in seriously failing health, it's just not worth the fallout. Somedays it sounds easier though.

Will send along the hugs to my sister and her cat!
Jojo: Hugs you!!!jojothecr on October 21st, 2010 10:42 am (UTC)
Aw, hun, I'm so sorry, what a crappy day. Poor Zippo.

And your dad? I know nothing about bipolar (just theoretically), but it sounds really scary. I can't deal with my dad either, but that's only because he's an idiot.
*hugs you tight*

Don't you judge me! Mpreg is mindless and I need mindless.
Lol, I won't judge you, though I admit that mpreg really isn't my thing. But well, I'm not into kid!fics in general. :)
dodger_sister: faculty-weighit-baylorsrdodger_sister on October 22nd, 2010 02:57 am (UTC)
Thanks for the love. The cat is better but they won't let her come home. My sister is going to freak out if they try to keep Zippo all weekend.

I know nothing about bipolar (just theoretically), but it sounds really scary. I can't deal with my dad either, but that's only because he's an idiot.

Well, on top of being bi-polar, my father is also an idiot (so you can relate there). He is one of those guys that thinks if a man smiles at him politely in passing, that the man will then attempt to molest him in the bathroom. <--gay people shouldn't have the right to use bathrooms in public, you know. He also believes that State workers take all our tax money and that they shouldn't get health benefits or retirement packages, because State workers are all lazy - which he always seems to conveniently forget includes my sister, a state worker. He has these twisted views of things and watches too much Fox News - and those things are just him being an idiot, on top of everything else.

Thank god for SPN taking me away from reality!

Mpreg - really, I didn't get it for ages, and still there is shitloads of horrid, horrid Mpreg fic out there - but when it is done right, it can be enjoyable and fun. I don't actually like mpreg that goes too much into the medical aspect, due to my severe terror of hospitals - but I especially enjoy when they take the time to build the world they have created (where men can get pregnant). I like world-building. I also like the family aspect of it. I enjoy reading about families that aren't mine, for obvious reasons. Also, I did work in child care for over a decade of my life, so kid!fic makes me happy.

But yeah, if you don't like kid!fic, mpreg is probably not your thing. :)
Ironlily - Making My Marquevikingprincess on October 21st, 2010 11:18 am (UTC)
I am so so sorry that your dad's visit made a bad few days worse, sweetie. It's got to be frustrating that beating him wouldn't help either, yes? *hugs*

Keeping my fingers crossed for Zippo and your sister....
dodger_sister: faculty-weighit-baylorsrdodger_sister on October 22nd, 2010 03:03 am (UTC)
Yeah - It's got to be frustrating that beating him wouldn't help either, yes? *hugs* - I am on board with that experiment. Let's see if his theory of beating out the bipolar will work. He can be test subject #1.

/hugs back/

Zippo is doing better, but until she eats enough that they can be sure she won't dehydrate again, she can't come home. Hopefully tomorrow.

Thanks!
Ironlily - Making My Marquevikingprincess on October 24th, 2010 02:17 am (UTC)
Here's hoping Zippo's home by now, and that you and your sis can stop worrying about her. *hugs*
hiyacynth: SPN: Sam: *smishes Dean*hiyacynth on October 21st, 2010 02:07 pm (UTC)
Glad the pics of Munchy P helped on a craptastic day. Very very sorry your dad is batshit and spews it all on you without even realizing he's spewing and not just having a nice conversation. Just wrong in so many ways.

Fingers are all crossed for Zippo! Poor everybody!

p.s. Please don't eat my baby. We promise to be good.
dodger_sister: faculty-weighit-baylorsrdodger_sister on October 22nd, 2010 03:17 am (UTC)
Thanks, babe!

Yeah, my dad - just like with my mom, he is completely unaware, so you can't even argue the point with him, because he can't even grasp the concept of having said anything offensive.

Oh well, I think I can avoid any Wednesday night dinners at least through the holidays (thank god for hunting season and the election and my eye surgery).

Yeah, my sister is a little shaky today. They wouldn't let her bring Zippo home and she went to the vet's to spoon feed her, in the hopes that they would see that she will eat for her mama and then let her come home - and Zippo wouldn't even eat for her. They had better let her come home for the weekend, or we may have to go get a box-o-wine.

I was going to reply to your email, but I saw this, so...you have no idea how happy the Munchy P pics made me! Really. I clapped my hands and made an inarticulate noise. I firmly believe you will have the coolest kid ever.

p.s. Please don't eat my baby. We promise to be good.

What?! But you know how I like juicy tender baby toes...and you named him "Munchy P", which just sounds like a delicious appetizer...okay, I'll stop. Hahaha, sorry, I know that weirds you out. I guess I'll have to get my delicacy from someplace else.

/hugs/
wolfrider89: smishwolfrider89 on October 21st, 2010 02:55 pm (UTC)
*hugs*
dodger_sister: faculty-weighit-baylorsrdodger_sister on October 22nd, 2010 03:19 am (UTC)
/hugs back/ Thanks, babe! Things are slightly better today, so...hopefully better tomorrow too. (Oh well, tomorrow is SPN Day, so yes, better tomorrow!)
wolfrider89: pretty boy angelwolfrider89 on October 22nd, 2010 08:54 am (UTC)
Good to hear. Hope your SPN day is awesome!
Trigger Warning: Lifematchboximpala on October 22nd, 2010 02:43 am (UTC)
Oh my god that all just sounds so awful. I'm sorry to hear about the way your dad treated your brother, but even more sorry that he felt the need to tell you about it like he was proud of it. Grrrrr. I really hope that this day is going better, that your sister's cat is safely home, and that you have had a tetanus booster.
dodger_sister: faculty-weighit-baylorsrdodger_sister on October 22nd, 2010 03:25 am (UTC)
Well, today is better in that I managed to avoid both of my parents all day - so yay to that!

Yeah, I give my brother a hard time a lot because I think he is lazy with his own son and with taking care of his family - but then things like that serve to remind me why he is doing a pretty okay job, all things considered.

There is no sense in getting into it with my dad - when he has absolutely no concept of what he is even saying. Sometimes it is hard for me to remember what he was like before he was medicated.

The sister's cat is doing better but she still won't eat, so they won't let her come home. But they drained out all the excess fluid and my sister saw her today and says she looks amazingly better - so maybe after another good night of rest and fluids, she will eat tomorrow. /crosses fingers/

Thanks for the support!
ranua: I'm a fucking demonranua on October 23rd, 2010 03:11 pm (UTC)
I know I'm late to the party, but I'm so sorry you had such a crap day. I know how dealing with people like your dad can just drain all the good and happy out of you. *sends halloween chocolate your way*

I hope your sisters cat gets better and decides to eat. Me and my monster are pulling for her.
dodger_sister: faculty-weighit-baylorsrdodger_sister on October 25th, 2010 05:55 am (UTC)
Thanks! It's been one of those weeks. Ever since that night, the littlest things have been making me freak out. I need less stress to keep myself calm. So I'm just trying not to think about it and avoid my family for a little bit (which is easier said than done).

We have Halloween chocolate in the house now, so that is helping actually!

The cat is home but it is not good news. It is definitely her heart. They said she probably has a year to live, which isn't too bad, she is 14 years old after all. But she still has to be force-fed and she keeps peeing on herself. We want her to live another year, but only if it's quality living. She's only been home a few days though, so maybe she just needs some adjustment time.

Thanks for the love.
ranuaranua on October 25th, 2010 10:52 am (UTC)
Aw man, I'm so sorry. I'll be sure to keep a good thought for ya'll.