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I'm currently suffering from broncitis, as is my father. In all the drama over his illness (he's a heart patient, so it's hitting him worse), everyone keeps forgetting I have it as well.
Today I was asked (ordered) to 'watch over' my father, as supposidly a 50-year-old man of sound mind and reasonable body cannot feed himself nor take his medications (something I have yet to see while he's been here). I reminded my step-mother (who is already on my last nerves for somethin else) that I am also very sick and would like to spend he day in bed resting (thus, I would watch over him when I could, but I was not forgoing a day to rest and sleep at her whim).
She then entered into the following exchange:
Her: You're still sick? *tone of disbelief*
Me: Yes...
Her: Just how long are you going to be sick for? *tone of sarcasm*
Me: How the hell should I know?
Not the best reply, but seriously, I didn't shop for broncitis complicated by emphsyma, I'm not coughing up a lung just to amuse myself. I'm fucking SICK and you all have been draging me around (and abandoning me and my father in the fucking cold for ten minutes because you OMG had to go somewhere else instead of waiting five minutes), so no, I'm not all better yet.
I'm tempted to tell her that my broncitis can often last up to three months with certain complications, but I just don't have the energy to deal with her.
I'm also getting highly pissed off with her trying to take control of everything and tell me what to do. Not only am I NOT five years old and don't need a minder, I also don't need another mother (and yes, she's actually said she's like a mom to me. No, you're the scitzo chick my father married. I had a mother, she may not have been the best, but I loved her and I don't need a replacement. I'm not your daughter except in a random word choice sense, stop introducing me as such and stop trying to take my mother's place.
Today I was asked (ordered) to 'watch over' my father, as supposidly a 50-year-old man of sound mind and reasonable body cannot feed himself nor take his medications (something I have yet to see while he's been here). I reminded my step-mother (who is already on my last nerves for somethin else) that I am also very sick and would like to spend he day in bed resting (thus, I would watch over him when I could, but I was not forgoing a day to rest and sleep at her whim).
She then entered into the following exchange:
Her: You're still sick? *tone of disbelief*
Me: Yes...
Her: Just how long are you going to be sick for? *tone of sarcasm*
Me: How the hell should I know?
Not the best reply, but seriously, I didn't shop for broncitis complicated by emphsyma, I'm not coughing up a lung just to amuse myself. I'm fucking SICK and you all have been draging me around (and abandoning me and my father in the fucking cold for ten minutes because you OMG had to go somewhere else instead of waiting five minutes), so no, I'm not all better yet.
I'm tempted to tell her that my broncitis can often last up to three months with certain complications, but I just don't have the energy to deal with her.
I'm also getting highly pissed off with her trying to take control of everything and tell me what to do. Not only am I NOT five years old and don't need a minder, I also don't need another mother (and yes, she's actually said she's like a mom to me. No, you're the scitzo chick my father married. I had a mother, she may not have been the best, but I loved her and I don't need a replacement. I'm not your daughter except in a random word choice sense, stop introducing me as such and stop trying to take my mother's place.
