Hmm, I'm going all sad sack on literally my second post to this phlog.
It's Sunday, which means tomorrow is the start of another overly busy
week. The weather is cold, damp, and grey outside. I feel awful. I've
been on Application Support on-call all week so I feel like I haven't
left work.
My Dad is visiting. He is a difficult man to deal with: stubborn and
completely self-centred. He's also more than 80 years old and prone to
falling. He fell this morning. I spent the entire evening in the
Emergency Room with him. He was diagnosed with a broken bone in his
hand. He infuriated me with his flippant attitude towards the doctor's
concern over how he's coping at home and how he shouldn't drive. I
ended up shouting at him to the point that the security guard had to
tell me to lower my voice.
This is stupid. I should just shut up now. I'm blessed with a
wonderful spouse and wonderful kids. I have no reason to feel this
way. Yet, I don't know what to do about my Dad. In the end, I'll have
to clean up the mess for the poor choices he makes.
