Kyle Weiss
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I've always hated sequels. Especially if the cast changes.
No sh*t, my father just went into the ER last night for a pancreatic infection. He didn't want to call me because he knew I had my hands full with Zack. Of course, since Zack is at his parent's house and has them driving him crazy caring for him, the powers-that-be had fantastic timing, so I spent the morning at a whole different hospital with my father.
I'm now at his house getting something to eat (skipped dinner last night after getting Zack settled in, figured I'd eat the next morning) and packing up stuff to go to my father. Fortunately at his age he has his Medicare lined up and can get most of this taken care of, but on the flip side, we're a duo in our business. It's like if half the company got sick and couldn't work.
I'm worried. Real worried.
I spent most of the morning in tears. I'm tired. I'm pissed off. I'm at my wits end. I've literally been trying to go over what we all did to have this crap happen all at once. This isn't darkness before dawn, now, it feels like a north pole winter waiting for spring.
Sorry for being dramatic, but to be honest, I don't have a lot of friends. I have people I know, but I'm not social. Except in text, I'm hard to get along with (I can take back what I say before I hit "send" when I type... :lol: ) . That, and the few I know have probably already gotten sick of hearing about Zack and everything else that's happened since about May. I'm really sorry to all of you, but writing this all out is somewhat therapeutic.
It would sound sad to regular folks: "An Internet forum is all I have." But to me, it's kind of huge right now.
This isn't a regular place, though.
F__k, I have no idea how to even wrap this up. Sorry for airing my dirty laundry.
No sh*t, my father just went into the ER last night for a pancreatic infection. He didn't want to call me because he knew I had my hands full with Zack. Of course, since Zack is at his parent's house and has them driving him crazy caring for him, the powers-that-be had fantastic timing, so I spent the morning at a whole different hospital with my father.
I'm now at his house getting something to eat (skipped dinner last night after getting Zack settled in, figured I'd eat the next morning) and packing up stuff to go to my father. Fortunately at his age he has his Medicare lined up and can get most of this taken care of, but on the flip side, we're a duo in our business. It's like if half the company got sick and couldn't work.
I'm worried. Real worried.
I spent most of the morning in tears. I'm tired. I'm pissed off. I'm at my wits end. I've literally been trying to go over what we all did to have this crap happen all at once. This isn't darkness before dawn, now, it feels like a north pole winter waiting for spring.
Sorry for being dramatic, but to be honest, I don't have a lot of friends. I have people I know, but I'm not social. Except in text, I'm hard to get along with (I can take back what I say before I hit "send" when I type... :lol: ) . That, and the few I know have probably already gotten sick of hearing about Zack and everything else that's happened since about May. I'm really sorry to all of you, but writing this all out is somewhat therapeutic.
It would sound sad to regular folks: "An Internet forum is all I have." But to me, it's kind of huge right now.
This isn't a regular place, though.
F__k, I have no idea how to even wrap this up. Sorry for airing my dirty laundry.