I’m sick and tired of this
My mom said today that she is sick and tired of this – and I don’t much blame her. She’s hooked to the medical machine and there is nothing pretty about that. I tell the nurses every day, you make my job look easy and fun in comparison. Sheesh.
But meanwhile, while she is there, I’m the one with the rambling messages from my nutball sibling asking me what I did with a wicker table that was at mom’s house. This wicker table has taken on huge dimensions – inquiring minds would like to know – and for the life of me I am not sure what she is speaking about – is it the one that she gave mom centuries ago, the one that I believe mom gave either the woman who lived across from her or the guys who live downstairs – the only thing I remember is that someone gave mom another table that she had brought in and that one moved – but I thought it was in the spare room.
The point is WHO CARES – who cares about a goddamn wicker table? I’m sick and tired of this.