Huzzah. Not.
Oct. 4th, 2009 01:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
weirdletSo, Daddy's been a bit loopy the last day and has had lack-of-progress gut-trouble for several more. We finally get the ambulance in, and *then* he wakes up enough to refuse. They tell us (nicely as possible) that the next time they're out here they're going to call property standards on us.
So my dad's sick (and being. DIFFICULT.) again, a bunch of large strange men got to tramp through my house seeing how I lived and judging (as nicely and helpfully as possible) it, Dad's going to be pissed at Mom again for trying to bring him in, and I get to really buckle down and excavate our 25-year accumulation of packrattery. Again. While still hunting for a job or comission work that'll maybe cover my student loans.
They're coming to take me away, tra la, they're coming to take me awaaaaaaaaaaay...
So my dad's sick (and being. DIFFICULT.) again, a bunch of large strange men got to tramp through my house seeing how I lived and judging (as nicely and helpfully as possible) it, Dad's going to be pissed at Mom again for trying to bring him in, and I get to really buckle down and excavate our 25-year accumulation of packrattery. Again. While still hunting for a job or comission work that'll maybe cover my student loans.
They're coming to take me away, tra la, they're coming to take me awaaaaaaaaaaay...
