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beansideIt's a rainy Monday, and I would like to go back to bed. Something about the sound of the rain drumming on the window is just making me sleepy. But alas, work.
I thought we'd gotten dad squared away, but no, he is determined to remain a stressor. On Saturday, my sister went over for a few hours and argued with him about needing to work, that we need him stronger, etc. While she was doing this, his roommate had 5 visitors (at once) who were loud, crude and racist yahoos. She held her tongue, and got through it. Yesterday, Jess went over and Dad was right back where he'd started, telling them that he wanted to come home. In the meantime, his roommate is talking to his wife about how dad never shuts up, and he's sick of it, etc. Then, the roommate is verbally abusive to his wife. The nurse comes in, and the guy is begging her for a solo room, and telling her to shut dad up. "Just shove a biscuit in his mouth." Then, PT comes in to take dad, and he says no. Jess told him yes, and he grudgingly went, but we need to have another chat with him.
At this point, I'm seriously just hoping his roommate just hurries up and dies, so we can have the knock down drag out fight with dad tonight. Whether that will be me or my sister, I have no idea. I'm so frustrated with him that I could scream. I don't know whether it would be better for me to do it, so he knows we're a united front, or if it's better for my sister to do it, since she's the oldest, and sometimes he listens to her. I think the point has to be made once and for all that if he won't get stronger, he can't come home, because he's 230lbs, and none of us is capable of pulling and tugging him around. And if he falls, we have to call 911 to get him up. I don't want to threaten him, but he needs to know that we're not putting up with his shit. If I thought for an instant that he wasn't capable of improvement, I wouldn't be so pissed, but he's just half-assing it, and that is not going to work.
After all that, we had our Lost Mine game, and I managed to focus up for that, and had a lovely time. It topped off a 4 game weekend, and now I am wiped out. Three is generally my limit, but the opportunity to play Blades in the Dark came up, and I figured I should grab it. We don't have a midweek game, so I can rest up and get ready for Curse of Strahd on Friday.
Okay, time for me to go get dressed and get myself together. Everyone have the best Monday possible!
I thought we'd gotten dad squared away, but no, he is determined to remain a stressor. On Saturday, my sister went over for a few hours and argued with him about needing to work, that we need him stronger, etc. While she was doing this, his roommate had 5 visitors (at once) who were loud, crude and racist yahoos. She held her tongue, and got through it. Yesterday, Jess went over and Dad was right back where he'd started, telling them that he wanted to come home. In the meantime, his roommate is talking to his wife about how dad never shuts up, and he's sick of it, etc. Then, the roommate is verbally abusive to his wife. The nurse comes in, and the guy is begging her for a solo room, and telling her to shut dad up. "Just shove a biscuit in his mouth." Then, PT comes in to take dad, and he says no. Jess told him yes, and he grudgingly went, but we need to have another chat with him.
At this point, I'm seriously just hoping his roommate just hurries up and dies, so we can have the knock down drag out fight with dad tonight. Whether that will be me or my sister, I have no idea. I'm so frustrated with him that I could scream. I don't know whether it would be better for me to do it, so he knows we're a united front, or if it's better for my sister to do it, since she's the oldest, and sometimes he listens to her. I think the point has to be made once and for all that if he won't get stronger, he can't come home, because he's 230lbs, and none of us is capable of pulling and tugging him around. And if he falls, we have to call 911 to get him up. I don't want to threaten him, but he needs to know that we're not putting up with his shit. If I thought for an instant that he wasn't capable of improvement, I wouldn't be so pissed, but he's just half-assing it, and that is not going to work.
After all that, we had our Lost Mine game, and I managed to focus up for that, and had a lovely time. It topped off a 4 game weekend, and now I am wiped out. Three is generally my limit, but the opportunity to play Blades in the Dark came up, and I figured I should grab it. We don't have a midweek game, so I can rest up and get ready for Curse of Strahd on Friday.
Okay, time for me to go get dressed and get myself together. Everyone have the best Monday possible!
