I take the risk of repeating myself over and over again and say this – my family is crazy, man!
Three days ago I got
sick.
But I should start
this with the beginning. About two months ago, after the weather started
getting colder and slowly slipping into winter my dad got a cold. He pranced
around for two days like a big hero saying he doesn’t need any medication cause
he’ll be fine. After two days he succumbed to the annoying feeling when you get
a cold, that annoying feeling that you’re not in fact fine and you would do any
fucking thing to get better and he chose the perfect moment to realize he would
in fact like some medication. That moment was a Sunday evening at 9 p.m.!
That’s right folks my dad wanted drugs at the one moment in a whole week when
you can’t find a store, let alone a pharmacy opened for miles. So I got
dressed, I ran all over the neighborhood trying to find one opened pharmacy and
when I didn’t, I got in the car and drove to the nearest 24/7 drugstore I could
find on my nifty little machine with buttons. But I did it none the less,
because he’s my dad and because he was feeling sick and because I wanted him to
feel better because I CARE!
The story ended up
with my dad cursing and gagging over a Coldrex which in his opinion is “just
disgusting”. Which brings up to the present day.
Three days ago I got
sick. I was feeling week and my muscles were sore and my nose runny. The
difference was that it was a Friday morning. So I started dropping hints all
over the house maybe someone would pick up on that, go to the pharmacy and get
me my druuuuuuuugs. But my dad it’s just a little bit too thick to interpret
hints so I just spelled it out in big shy letters “I WANT SOME DRUGS!”
And then my dad opened
up his mouth and I dropped mine on the floor. “Neah, it’s too crowded and it’s
a little bit too cold, I don’t wanna go.”
So in the end I was
the one to drag myself to the drug store and pick up my meds with a fever of
38.8 degrees Celsius, sores all over my body and snot coming out of my nose
like I was the Niagara falls.
My mother on the other
hand….
I don’t know if I told
you this about my mother but somehow, because she stares at that TV all fucking
day log, somehow she mastered medicine, psychology and neuroscience all at
once.
….my mother on the
other hand said that I induced myself into a cold. I somehow wished to get a
cold, conjured up the powers that be and made myself sick just to annoy the
holly fuck out of her.
Well if that’s the
truth, mother, I hopped I made you fucking bonkers this past three days cause I
on the other hand, had a blast with the shivers and the hot waves and not being
able to sleep thinking I could actually die from not being able to breathe.
You’re gonna say
“What’s done it’s done, the past is past, move on.”
OH! I’m moving,
believe you me, I’m moving to my next story.
TODAY!
My dad thinks that,
because I’m a girl, I’m some kind of moron.
My dad is kind of
racist and sexist and a little bit of a supremacist…not the hard core “faster
pussycat kill kill” sort of way but just enough to drive me up the walls cause
I’m more inclined to be on Gandy’s side rather
than on Hitler’s (just to throw and example at you).
The point being is
that my dad and I are like two peas in two different pots.
In the summer my car
battery died, we opened the doors one too many times, flicked the lights on and
off as we pleased and I almost got stuck in a yard in Vama Veche with no means
to get home.
After a guy gave me a
jump (God bless his soul) the car ran like new but I did call my dad to tell me
if I can play music while the car is rolling.
We got home safe and
sound and since the battery got filled up enough on the road it just didn’t die
anymore after that.
Because the battery
didn’t die after I got home, my dad practically called me either a liar or a
moron and he kept up this opinion until three or four days ago when he wanted
to take it out and couldn’t cause the battery wasn’t working …AGAIN.
On my birthday my
grandma called me, she cried cause she’ll never see me married and she’s dyeing
and she wants to see her grand-grand children which, of course, are nowhere to
be found because …well you know how it works: No sperm – no kids. Then she said
she’ll send my some money for my birthday. Today these money came.
My mom never even
wanted to mention them or to fork them over but my dad was running around like
a chicken with its head cut off saying he wants to get a new battery for MY
CAR! (first of all it’s my fucking car, shouldn’t I be informed if something
goes wrong, if it needs a new fucking spark plug, shouldn’t I be the one to
decide if I have the means to buy that fucking spark plug or to be a pedestrian
for another month? …any who)
So he made my mom give
him my money to buy a new battery for my car and my mom would never have told
me about the money if my dad would have never took them except that she’s a
selfish bitch who saw an opportunity to ignite a scandal just because she could
keep the money to buy her own selfish ass some more whoreish clothes.
I’m in fucking hell!
You know, when you hit
rock bottom you just hit rock bottom, you know you’re on the bottom and
everything can only go uphill from there? With me it’s like : it’s rock bottom,
lower are 50 feet of crap and then me.
In these situations, I
want to admit, without being jugged, that I understand those people who murder
their entire family by bashing their head in with the meat cleaver.
Over and out!
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