samedi, juillet 22, 2006

You know, I want someone to go up to my dad and tell him I'm not the perfect daughter because I've already spent half my life telling him I'm not. I mean, what're the chances that when I find a note reading: Hi Amlaké, I have gone to the hospital - Dad I'll immidiately think: 'Shit, I need to go to the hospital right away!'. 90% of the time I'll be panicking and trying to reach my brother and then have him phone the hospital.

So the next logical step would be to call the hospital. Okay, I've done that. Then this morning I talked to dad. What happened? I was accused of telling the doctors and the nurses that I didn't know anything that he had left and blah blah blah (I've only talked with one nurse) then I got yelled at on the phone that I was being lazy and not coming (Hell, I was considering going to today but not anymore after this) and that most families just run to the hospital when stuff happens like this and don't phone the hospital to find out the details before coming.

We spent 20mins yelling at each other on the phone.

As well, I was rather bluntly told that I don't need to know the truth about anything and that only my brother (...BC I guess) can know. Which I suppose is why he lied to my brother's mum about why he was in the hospital yesterday. (She was calling on behalf of my brother because late last night he had to deal with a worksite emergency).

Actually, I got yelled at about alerting my brother his wife and his mum too earlier. My justification (as I tried unsuccessfully) was that they're family. That reason didn't sail so smoothly. So in one sentence, I've been accused of not being the ideal daughter.


I think I'll attempt to clean this house now.

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