Posted by Jake on April 23, 1999 at 11:51:24:
In Reply to: Feeling low posted by Jake on April 22, 1999 at 17:07:36:
Well, took my daughter to see her counselor last night then
took her to my parent's house to finish a school project before
taking her home. About 8:45, helpless (aka my wife) calls
all upset, saying she can hardly breathe and her teenage daughter
is on the way home to take her to the hospital. So we
head to the hospital. The problem I described yesterday is tachacardia
(spelling?), or a too rapid resting pulse. Hard to believe, a total
couch potato and pack-a-day smoker who eats nothing but fatty foods
could have such a problem, huh (she's 38).
So we get the the ER, and there's my inlaws and stepdaughter. I have spent
so much time in hospital ERs over the years for silly crap like menstral
cramps, it's hard to get too worked up about it anymore. I mean, really, I
bet she averages about two trips a year to the ER, guess it's what we did
in lieu of family vacations. She loves all the attention and milks the least
little ailment for all it's worth. I know it sounds callous, this may have been
a legitimate life-threatening problem, but like I said, been there so many times
for silly crap I can't get excited about it.
My daughter wanted to stay at the hospital at first, but when she realized I would
be staying the night with her at home, she was ready to go. We left mother-in-law
whining about how long it was taking. I could barely hide a grin, I felt like saying
"welcome to it, dumb-ass, this is what I've been doing the last 13 years!" It really
felt good, like the torch had finally been passed back to her parents. I mean, her mental
illnesses usually have their onset in the teenage years. She was 25 when we met & about to
move in with her parents, so they probably had a good idea what she was like and were glad
to unload her on me. She managed to conceal all of the dysfunctional behaviors just long enough
to get the know tied. Really, it was starting to show before we got married, and if I had just
put it off another month or two, it never would have happend. I'm such a dumb-ass!
Anyway, I took my daughter home and slept on the couch last night. My wife got home about an
hour and a half later, she's OK.
The house is such a pig-stye, it's no wonder my daughter's asthma is so bad right now, she
coughed & wheezed all night. It smells like cat urine. I thought about taking off today
and cleaning it up, but don't want dumbshit or her mother to get the idea I'm going to go
on being her caretaker. She's supposed to move out next weekend, and I'll have my work
cut out for me when I get back in there. She wants both the cats, and I want them out of
the house, but she's complaining about the pet deposit at the apartment, trying to get me
to volunteer to pay it. She can damn well pay for it with the money she gets out of my 401K!
I am through being manipulated by this woman!
Well, how's that for a book! Sorry this post is so long, just needed to get a lot off my chest.