Things to be known
Feb. 4th, 2009 03:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snoweeAll you can eat pancakes at IHOP. Big mistake. That second plate (or the half of it I ate) - which you just have to get, right? I mean, if you don't it's just the pancake breakfast - is what will make you feel bloated the rest of the day. The good news? I can just drink water for the next three days and feel full! {holds belly} oooOOooooOOoooOO
Yesterday we got news that Dad is going downhill fast. Really fast. They said "weeks, not months" and are sending him home with hospice which is usually just to make you comfortable while you die. I mean, my dad is not young, he's a good man who has had a good life so I'm coping okay, but still - it's my dad...
I am growing weary of people who invent problems. Before I start this rant, I would like to clarify that there are people with REAL problems. I know. Some of them are are my friends (some on my flist hence the clarification). I am not referring to you. It's just that lately I have people all around me saying they have this physical ailment or that mental problem when really they don't. It's called life, people. Just because you cried for no reason last night doesn't mean you've got serious instability and require drugs. Just because your back itched for two days straight last week does not mean you have a degenerative muscle problem and everyone should be understanding. Grmp. It's been going on a long time, but lately I just can't take it anymore. One person comes up with something new every week because of a new book she got from the library. You're fine. I'm fine. We're all fine. Okay!?
I was writing, but yesterday and today...can't. I really should figure it out, though, because I was on quite a roll.
ooOOoo. Stupid pancakes.
Yesterday we got news that Dad is going downhill fast. Really fast. They said "weeks, not months" and are sending him home with hospice which is usually just to make you comfortable while you die. I mean, my dad is not young, he's a good man who has had a good life so I'm coping okay, but still - it's my dad...
I am growing weary of people who invent problems. Before I start this rant, I would like to clarify that there are people with REAL problems. I know. Some of them are are my friends (some on my flist hence the clarification). I am not referring to you. It's just that lately I have people all around me saying they have this physical ailment or that mental problem when really they don't. It's called life, people. Just because you cried for no reason last night doesn't mean you've got serious instability and require drugs. Just because your back itched for two days straight last week does not mean you have a degenerative muscle problem and everyone should be understanding. Grmp. It's been going on a long time, but lately I just can't take it anymore. One person comes up with something new every week because of a new book she got from the library. You're fine. I'm fine. We're all fine. Okay!?
I was writing, but yesterday and today...can't. I really should figure it out, though, because I was on quite a roll.
ooOOoo. Stupid pancakes.