Well here we are, at the bi-weekly abuse session, also known as my mom's chemo appointment. The infusion nurse is all alone today, and handling 6 or 7 patients on her own. This, and everything else, is making my mother angry. Since we've been here she's told me all about her expert opinions on civil engineering, custody disputes, oncology, general dentistry etc. And she is always right. When I stopped agreeing with her, she called me an asshole. I'm considering leaving her here and letting her walk home. Now that would be an asshole move.
What I really don't understand is how she can be so mean to me, and so incredibly nice to everyone else. She's thanking people left and right, apologizing for nothing, telling them how she's going to take them all for lunch after this is done. But me? The daughter who has been here every time and every appointment, listened to all the tears and screams, I'm an asshole. Of course.
Sorry, this is a whiny ass blog today. I'm going to suck it up and deal, because really, what else can I do? No point in being pissed off all day. No good to LET her push my buttons. Since I can't control the way she acts, all I can control is my reaction to it, right?
Friday, July 30, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
What I *Meant* to Say Was...
This morning while I was in the shower, Daimean made breakfast for Isaiah. He made french toast sticks and sausage. When I came in, still half asleep, Isaiah was extreme-pouting at his plate. He didn't approve of the way Daimean made his breakfast, and there was some debate about whether the french toast sticks were done. Poor Daimean jumped in and said, "So I put them back in the microwave, and then I even sprinkled cinnamon on it like you do, but I didn't know how much...."
So I told Isaiah to be thankful that his brother is so nice and did this for him. Then I thanked Daimean for being so nice, thoughtful and helpful, and told him, "Some day, you're going to make a great parent." Then I looked at Isaiah and almost said, "and some day, you're going to make a great kid."
ALMOST! Thankfully my censor kicked in and stopped me before it came out, because really, how horrid would that have sounded? It sure made me laugh though.
So I told Isaiah to be thankful that his brother is so nice and did this for him. Then I thanked Daimean for being so nice, thoughtful and helpful, and told him, "Some day, you're going to make a great parent." Then I looked at Isaiah and almost said, "and some day, you're going to make a great kid."
ALMOST! Thankfully my censor kicked in and stopped me before it came out, because really, how horrid would that have sounded? It sure made me laugh though.
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