Well, we're home from the job. More on that later.
I returned to a call from my mother, still in the hospital and very stressed out. My sister and father are being mean to her, constantly tearing into her for not going to the hospital sooner, telling her that it's her fault she can't walk more, because she let the arthritis get to her and refused knee replacement a couple years ago, and that if she makes it out of this, she needs to have her knees replaced or my father will leave her.
Not the time and place, people!!! Then, my father called, and said, "Your mother is looking for sympathy. Don't give it to her. It's her own fault that she's still there."
That's it.
Ken and I were setting aside a small amount from this job to go to dinner at the Edison. Instead, I'm calling my favorite florist in Vegas tomorrow, and telling them to send over a colorful bouquet with a plush Mickey. The family has given her nothing, and my sister even complained to her today about having to go over there for a couple hours every other day. Seriously, WTF?!?!
I told my father that I'll remember to not give sympathy if he ever ends up in the hospital, since he'll have obviously put himself there. I also pointed out to him that he was whistling a much different tune last week before the biopsy results were in, and his only rebuttal was that he was just tired and hungry and "didn't know what he was saying" last week. Yeah, right.