The past week has just sucked in general. My sister has been in the hospital since Wednesday...she's a severe asthmatic (from the time she was two), and she has a nasty strain of pneumonia. (It is streptococcal pneumonia, usually a drug-resistant strain, and it has spread to her bloodstream) Long story shortened, she is doing better, but now that she feels better she is going back to her usual ungreatful self. I've been running like crazy between going to work, being at the hospital, checking on her apartment, and doing her laundry. I try to help out as much as I can but it so irritating when you feel like it's not appreciated.
Then my mom and I had the annual argument over the Thanksgiving turkey. She asked what I wanted to cook it in; I responded by questioning if we want to roast it in the oven, or on the rotisserie? Evidently the rotisserie is just blasphemous, because I was informed that I could change things when she dies, cook it in the damn oven. I'm already on the edge of sanity, and TurkeyGate was the last thing I needed.
And to top off a perfectly lousy week, someone deliberatly ran over one of the neighborhood stray cats that comes by and dines at my house. I tried to bring him in my house and introduce him slowly to my 3 house cats, but he wanted no part of that indoor stuff. It breaks my heart that people just throw these wonderful little furballs away like yesterday's trash. Unfortunately I can't save them all, much as I try. (For the record, 2 of my cats are 10 years old, and the 3rd turned 20 years old last month...I DO take care of my kids). He got a proper burial with the rest of mine in my backyard, but it was the last straw to send me into my downward spiral of apathy and mild depression.
Worry not, my friends...I'll snap out of it. There's nothing anyone can do, and things will get better. I just needed to rant a bit and get it off my chest.
