Listen up, dipshits: I know you are my brother’s friends. I know you want to be updated constantly on his condition. I just don’t care.
I am taking care of my parents right now. They needed to go to church this morning and connect with their support system. It did them a world of good. We went straight from there to the hospital.
I don’t care that you think we should be at the ICU 24/7. I don’t care that you’re mad I didn’t answer my cell in the middle of the church service. I don’t care that you’re mad I didn’t call you back while driving down country roads I don’t know well to get to the hospital.
I called all of you from the hospital and told you what I know. I friended all of you on Facebook and am posting more than I ever have to keep the world updated on his condition. I told all of you yesterday that we won’t know anything until they let him wake up, and that they would keep him sedated through tonight at least. The regular ICU doc said the neuro folks would be the ones to give a definite prognosis, but it could be anything from ‘some impairment but decent quality of life’ all the way down to ‘he won’t make it.’ I know you are frustrated that we don’t know more. So am I.
So leave me the fuck alone. If you’re so worried about him, get your ass down to the hospital and camp out in ICU yourself. There is no limit to the number of visitors. The hospital has a decent, free wifi system so you can work on your laptops and stay connected with the world. You’ve all said there’s no point in coming until he wakes up. I’ve told you all that I will let you know when that happens. Check facebook for updates every five seconds if you want. At least you aren’t calling the ICU unit and bugging the nurses. That’s why I haven’t given you the number for the unit.
Leave me alone before I unfriend you and block your phone numbers.
I’m sorry you and your family are going through all this pain,** Mom-of-Andrew.** Best thoughts to you and your family for a good prognosis.
As for your brother’s friends, while I can understand they’re concerned and worried, they should understand you and your family’s energies lie with your brother and not updating them all the time. If you haven’t already told them that, I would, and then ignore any further inquiries until you can deal with talking or writing to them.
Here you go. Marine Bikers going to the Wounded Warrior barracks. Some very hawt and husky. Some old and just enjoying the day. I’m the one on the other end of the camera.
I see that you believe in “ask and you shall receive”, thank you Mom-of-Andrew, friends don’t let friends drink themselves to death. Those “friends” are entitled, rubbernecking leeches.
I’m not sure who to Pit, but… me for the feeling of dread I’ve been having since I saw the first electoral polls, PSOE for having finally managed to almost-completely lose their “traditional feuds” (in many cases, bought with aids which have had to be rescinded), politicians for being thieves, closed lists because they mean you can’t pick and choose the people you actually sort’a like, reporters for the way(s) they report the results, and radio stations because the only thing we could find yesterday was soccer or politics. Phew, for not knowing who to Pit, that sure was a lot of people.
PP got absolute majority; their best results ever - heck, I think it’s anybody’s best results ever. I hate absolute majorities no matter who has them, because those who do usually take them as a license to steamroll over everybody, including their own voters. I probably shouldn’t spend the next four years hiding in my room…
That, Nava, is far too harsh. If you have a gold plated method to stop an adult drinking more than is good for them I for one would be glad to hear it.
I have a friend right now whose life is almost certainly coming to an end. I’ve known him five years, he was already far down the road when I met him. He’s a nice sweet guy but undoubtedly something is broken and has been for a long time. It’s not within my power to fix him. It’s not within his doctor’s power to fix him.
Mom of Andrew’s brother’s friends need some educating in deathbed etiquette sure but I doubt they’re all to blame.
I have a new crazy neighbour - he and his wife and young son moved in a few months ago. He screams and yells while unpacking his car. I think his wife just left him. He propositioned me in the hallway (we live in a condo) as a replacement wife.
On Saturday I could hear him screaming at his little boy (who was crying) to ‘Shut the Fuck Up!’ He has him every second weekend I think.
Dude is totally melting down, in an obvious way, and I don’t know what to do. We (husband and I) would like to be supportive and helpful - it’s super stressful having a young child, particularly if sudenly you’re on your own, and dude is totally losing his blob. I just have no idea what to do. We’ve certainly never seen him hurt his little boy or we would call CPS. It’s just the constant yelling. And the propositioning me. And the general weirdo factor.
Thanks, SforS, that was my first thought, too. Best to all of you… and, Alice the Goon, you’re *not *being a baby and I’m proud of ya for standing up for yourself.
Yo, Mom, you might consider investing in a watch! You were supposed to be here between nine and ten to pick up the “big kids” (my niece and her fiance, who currently live with us) for your holiday trip to visit my brother. It’s now past noon, and you’re not here, and you haven’t called. I’m putting other errands on hold, because I wouldn’t mind saying hi, and your grandson wants to do the same. But I have a sofa in the truck that needs to go to the dump*, and I need the boy’s help offloading it, and I know perfectly damned well that if I leave the driveway, THAT’S the moment you’ll get here. Not earth-shattering, but annoying.
And now, I’ll worry about you guys even more, making this 10-hour+ trip, since you’ll be on the road so late, and I know you won’t let anyone else help with the driving.
*On the bright side, my new living room furniture is comfy, and looks sooooo much nicer!
The local rock station has changed formats…they now play all '80s rock music with no announcers or DJs. Given that this format replaces a lackluster, sexist morning host and an obsession with Rush, I’m finding it hard to really give a damn. Terrestrial radio is a dead format, isn’t it?
The actual phrasing is harsh, but I stand by my affirmation that those are no friends. Real friends would be trying to help, not bitching at the family.
I’m nervous about my parents and in-laws coming for Thanksgiving. I get it, and that feeling is valid.
But why on earth do I have to get nausea along with the nervousness? What’s that supposed to help? I read that it’s part of the fight-or-flight response, but it seems like it would hinder either one.
I guess the asshole who was singing Christmas carols in the Giant Eagle here has gone away for Thanksgiving. Of course, they had to sing them while I was in line to check out, and while the line was moving even slower than its normal glacial pace.
Good grief! Just got off the phone with Mom, who’s four hours away now. It would have been helpful if someone had told me that she wasn’t coming today… like when I popped over to take a freshly-laundered jacket for my niece to borrow for their trip to the mountains! “Oh, we had a change of plans,” would’ve been nice? Helpful? Considerate? Especially since my daughter has agreed to see to feeding their cats while they’re gone.
And I hate to pull the “you’re living in our in-law house rent-free” card, but please, you two are! It’s not much, but if we’re nice enough to share our home with you, no strings attached, and help you with other stuff (like fixing your car this weekend, providing taxi service until the part comes in, loaning shoes for recitals or winter coats for trips to colder climes, helping with your pets while you’re out of town,) it’s just common courtesy to let us know your plans so that we know when you need help! Grr!
I just got a new pair of running shoes which have a “swoosh” (well, they’re not Nike but you know what I mean) with a yellow-green color.
Unfortunately, it’s also sand spur season in Florida and every time I look down to see if some have affixed to my shoes, I mistake the swoosh for a rack of sand spurs since they are the same color.
My brother in law and his wife are off to Germany for 3 years for work. They have left their dog and cat with my inlaws for that time. My mother in law doesn’t want to leave the dog on the food he’s currently eating because it’s prescription and expensive so she asked my husband and I for advice on what to feed him. Not a big deal we love our dogfood and are happy to recommend it but she hasn’t (and won’t) ask SIL why the dog is on this food. Kind of a key input to your decision mom!
In that case: my MIL (who I detest) had her best performance yet in the theatrical production that is every single time I see my wife’s mother or half-sister.
At her half-sister’s wedding (that they tried to get us to help pay for parts, like the rehearsal dinner, and volunteered me to do quite a bit of set-up and breakdown without asking ahead of time), she showed up 15 minutes before it started and proceeded to yell at my wife and the bride for not calling her and waking her up. Apparently, she figured someone would call her so she didn’t bother with an alarm clock. Also, right before the wedding started, the bride commented that she was nervous and wished she had some weed. My MIL laughed about it and said if she had known she would have brought some. My wife protested and her mom simply shrugged and said “What am I supposed to say? Don’t do drugs?”
When my wife was 16 she was involuntarily sent to rehab because her mom (who did drugs and drank heavily all throughout her teens and far into her pregnancy with my wife) found a small amount of pot in her purse after an argument. Her mother has never apologized. As soon as my wife moved out, her younger sister and her mom started drinking together (sister was ~17).
And I have to spend a day with them as part of Thanksgiving. I have no idea why my wife cannot just stop dealing with these jackasses. If when we come over the house is still as filthy as it was last year, I will be walking back to the car and leaving.
Apparently her mom’s side of the family talks about us behind our back as well; that we are “snooty” and that I make my wife go to my family events and neglect theirs because my family is “rich”. Having a picked up house, cooking food in a clean kitchen, and having a pleasant visit without guilt trips and subtle hints about “helping out” (money) are apparently things that “snooty” and “rich” people do.
I tried to get my wife to invite them over the day after Thanksgiving for a dinner at our place (at least I can control the setting and have good food that I know won’t make me ill), but she was too pissed to invite them. But apparently not too pissed to accept an invite for this dinner after being guilt tripped by her mom about seeing her grandfather who is recovering from cancer. He’s a fantastic guy, but I have no idea how his kids turned out so poorly.
My mother and my father don’t speak much, and my mother spends 90% of her time complaining about him. Complaining about stupidest damned shit you can imagine. One time when their Best Man and his wife were up for like the first time in 30 years, my mother had to complain bitterly, in a public restaurant, about how my father made coffee 15 years earlier. Like anyone gives a fuck or wants to listen to that, especially when seeing each other for the first time in 30 years.
My mother nannies my sister’s kids, so she spends her days at their house. My father is there working on a remodel of their kitchen. So of course, my mother has to pick TODAY to make a bunch of bars for something (no, couldn’t do them at home yesterday) and then complain bitterly about how my father came up and expected to work on the kitchen today. :rolleyes:
My other sister went to France with them this month. My mother of course complains constantly, and has some physical issues. She also has a hard time figuring out that her children, aged 48-51, are long-grown adults and are deserving of respect as an equal. They’ve been back now for about a week and a half. Guess how many times I’ve heard my mother whine about my sister telling her ONCE that some of her complaints and nasty comments were “inappropriate” and how my sister had no right to speak to her that way? If you guessed “about a half dozen times”, you’d be right. She just won’t shut up about it.
My sister is, at this point, planning to skip the family Thanksgiving, because she’s tired of the bullshit. Which of course, pisses mom off even more.
And after hearing all the complaints, I think I won’t be spending much time with mom other than the holidays for a little while.
