Welcome to my world!

My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Fuck the Hinge

See my earlier post, entitled, "Fuck the Napkin."

The D went on a rant about the "damn door."  The door between his bedroom and bathroom.  In his master suite.  The screws in the bottom hinge came out.  So the door wouldn't close.  I told him to just close the bedroom door since fixing stripped screws wasn't within my skill set.

Then a whole thing involving the sound on the ballgame on his big ass tv ensued.  I tried to fix it, to no avail. 

His urologist is working us in first thing tomorrow (so hopefully we won't have to wait), to figure out the blood in his urine.  His stupid nurse said he might have to lay off the blood thinner for a few days.  Talk about trade-offs.  If you had to choose, would you rather have bloody urine or a stroke?  Obviously, the former is less onerous than the latter, but after a month of peeing blood, with no improvement, something's gotta give.  He had bloodwork last week and his hematocrit is low, so it's not like we can just wait forever.

I'm exhausted.  Gonna head to bed.

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