Thoughts and Prayers

 So my mom wound up in the ER Monday night.  She's fine.  She is tougher than she realized.  We're lucky it wasn't as bad as we worried it might be.  She didn't even have a bruise on her face. Now the worrying begins about the bill.  

Here's my thing with some people.  I don't know how to say this without sounding like a jerk.  Telling me Oh, that must have been a tough night for you. 

NO KIDDING!  

It's the equivalent of thoughts and prayers with comments like that which makes me nuts.

And I hate that I feel that way. I dislike that I feel like anyone owes me anything.  No.  They don't.  I am overwhelmed and tired.  Tomorrow I'm going to try to make an appointment for my mom to see if she can get her sinus infection taken care of.

A friend of mine would like to find a way to get rid of the neighbor downstairs.  Now this what I'm talking about.  No, she can't get rid of him, but sometimes a person doesn't need thoughts and prayers.  Sometimes I need to hear I know a place where we can bury the body. 

And yes, I'm joking.  If she made a call to the cops, I wouldn't be mad.  



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