Dandy
As usual, a trip to Oregon turns into oh so much fun. I came down with some horrible flu thing yesterday and my throat is totally raw. I spent most of the day curled up in bed. I am not allowed up at the hospital when I am sick, so it just seems stupid for me to be here. I know it’s not stupid and I’m glad we came, but this sickness is making me cranky.
The hanging thing in the back of my throat is so swollen that I had a hard time breathing last night. We are at 4,500 feet, so the air here is really thin. If you live here you don’t really notice because your body makes up for the lack of oxygen in the air. When you haven’t lived here for almost 20 years your body no longer has the extra iron to hold on to the little bit of oxygen. Thus I spent all night last night almost going to sleep, then waking up gasping for air. Maybe I need to send Mike out to buy some house plants to stick around my bed. They produce oxygen, right?
In other news, my sister is still crazy. Was there any doubt? I about slapped her yesterday. Erik came out of the room with high water pants on because that’s all he has. I am not buying him a new pants wardrobe now when he won’t be wearing long pants until October. She looks at him and goes “Why’d your mom dress you so funny? Your pants are way too short!”
He can be really sensitive about things like that. Why would you say that to anyone? I don’t care if the person is 5, 15 or 55. You don’t make rude comments about a person’s appearance.
Let’s say we had words. I didn’t scream or anything, but she knew I was unhappy.
Her excuse is that she says shit like that to her kids all the time and they don’t care. And that’s the sad thing. She does say awful stuff to her kids all the time, making fun of their hair and clothes and stuff. Then she wonders why they are super shy and don’t want anyone to look at them. She has a total disconnect.
Wouldn’t you just love to be raised by a mother who constantly insulted your looks? And she never, ever says please or thank you. She just barks out orders. I told her if she wants to raise polite children she needs to start setting an example. When she was barking orders at me I would treat her like Erik and make her ask me again in a nice way.
Long time readers may remember that we have a half-sister we’ve never met. My dad abandoned her mother when she was pregnant (they were both 16) and has never made any attempt to contact her. My mom did send her our contact info a few years back and she never responded. I don’t blame her at all.
My sister knows one of her friends and wants to go over to her house and tell her about dad. Geeeeeeee. . . let’s think about the many ways that could go wrong. She started crying and saying this girl was our family and we have to go there and take care of her. WTF??? Take care of her? She’s a woman in her mid-40s. I don’t think she needs a drug addled bi-polar unwanted half-sibling showing up on her doorstep. My sister refuses to understand why this lady wouldn’t want to talk to us. “But we’re her family! We didn’t do anything to her!”
I don’t see it that way at all. If she wanted to meet us I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea, but we have no right to go and try to insert ourselves in middle of her life. She has a father who raised her and I assume she has siblings. She doesn’t need to get involved in all our dysfunction.
I’m so glad I can vent here. It makes it a lot easier not to beat her with a stick when we are in a room togther.
Now I have to go take dogfood out of Elsa’s mouth. She won’t eat real food, but that dog food is pretty tasty stuff I guess.