Fucking Aggravated Beyond Pissed Off
So my father’s doctor is an asshole. He is never on time and when you do see him, he never apologizes for being late. My father wanted to leave almost 45 minutes into waiting for him but I told him he needed this appointment if we were to get refills on his medications. And I didn’t rent a fucking Zipcar for nothing but to get aggravated with him and his doctor. That wouldn’t be fucking fair to me at all because I am the one taking care of the bastard (father). I take him to all his medical appointments, even when I don’t feel up to it. I then relay the information to my sisters. But the ungrateful bastard doesn’t see it this way. He thinks he doesn’t need an EKG or blood tests or pills or any of it. I am so sick of taking him but out of my responsibility as the oldest child, I do it anyway.
I wish I had therapy with my therapist today. I could have used an extra session or a talk with her just for ten minutes. My grocery order was late this morning. I called them and they had my phone number wrong. I have been using them for fucking 2 years now and I got a text just fine yesterday saying when they were going to come so I don’t know what changed in 24 hours. The lady said that they were using all of one digit rather than a number and three digits that were the same. I don’t believe it. I even checked the paper I had to sign and the number was correct on the paperwork. I was bullshit but I got the delivery fee waived because they didn’t call me or notify me they were late. They came like ½ hour after I spoke to the customer service person, who was a very nice lady. I was kind of upset because they didn’t have the buttermilk in stock. My oatmeal pancake recipe calls for buttermilk but I have been using regular milk. I wanted to see if I liked it with the buttermilk or not. So no buttermilk oatmeal pancakes tomorrow morning.
I got my haircut done like I wanted to. My mother fucking hates it and I could care less. I am wicked tired. I even had a latte before the doctor’s appointment. But I did a lot with the groceries and then making me a sandwich. I finally took a shower today after I got my haircut. That wiped me out some but was able to rest a little bit before the groceries came. But walking to and from the train station to get the Zipcar is what did me in. My foot is not liking me right now. I made it work. And of course it flared up soon as we were a block from the house. It always does that.
I had to pull apart my OtterBox because the volume on the incoming calls was so low I couldn’t hear the person speaking to me. And when I did, I found out that I have been using the wrong kind of case all this time. I don’t really care at this point, or at this point in time. It suits me though having to take the sucker apart kills me. Those things are indestructible alright!
I know part of my irritability is from having my fucking menses and wearing female clothes. The only advantage to wearing a damn pad is that it prevents me from leaking to my underwear. I think my menses are over because I haven’t had any stuff on my pad today. If nothing is on tomorrow, I am done and can go back to my boxers and be happy.
I found the fridge for my mother and she was upset that it didn’t have a place for the ice. Why she doesn’t want a damn ice maker is beyond me, but whatever. The one I picked out “looked small” for the freezer section. The other one I showed her had a bigger looking section but had the ice maker issue. So I get to call the appliance store tomorrow and see if I can get it without the maker for a lower price. I am now annoyed because the last time we tried calling, we weren’t successful at all. I even complained to Twitter’s Searscares. They weren’t much help either, just sympathetic to my annoyance. If I were the one holding the damn credit card, I would buy the damn fridge and be done with it. I don’t think she is going to have an ice slot to put her ice trays like our fridge has. That is why they come with ice makers but you can’t tell my mother this. She just doesn’t want it. So I got annoyances from BOTH my parents today, one more than the other.
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