Super-bitch rant ahead
So watch out.
Okay, so my dad had a minor surgery on his foot a couple weeks ago. I don't know what the surgery was called, but from what I've gathered, the doctor removed two little somethings (like, some kind of buildup or cartilage thing, not tumors) and stitched his foot back up. The reason he had this surgery is I guess because standing for long periods of time is/was bothering his foot (possibly feet). As you can see, I'm not in the know.
Whatever, okay. So surgery. Two weeks ago. The stitches have been removed by this point and he can take showers once again, but he cannot use this particular foot. He can seriously fuck it up if he starts walking, and I think it would be uncomfortable to walk on anyway. He's known going into this surgery that he'll have a three+ week recovery and will be limited to crutches. At this point, I'm ready to go fucking ballistic, and I know it sounds like a tremendous bitch of me to say so, but I can't help it. Literally the only thing he talks about now is how he can't walk, how bored he is, and how his foot is bugging him. What. the fuck. is the problem. He knew that there would be a long recovery period, which is why he chose to have the surgery done in the summer so he could be away from his job. And of course, since I'm the one without a job I get stuck at home with him all day until my mother gets home. The past week he's been all mopey and pouty and every time he gets on the phone (which is all the FUCKING time since people feel the need to call all damn day) he talks about how bored he is and how he would have reconsidered if he would have known it would be like this. What the fuuuuuuck.
I don't really get along with my dad well, which is my own problem, and which you can probably tell from the lack of information I have about the surgery (i.e. I found out about the surgery like a week before it was happening) but I literally cannot take whining. And I can't rant at home with my sister or my mom because they're both "Oh, he's bored" or whatever. You had surgery on your fucking foot. What the fuck did you expect. My sister told me this morning to put myself in his place, and I know I wouldn't be fucking bitching about not being able to walk. Sure, it'd get boring, but when you have a surgery with a long recovery time, that's what fucking happens. You deal with it and quit moping.
Jesus fuck, I'm so fucking pissed off about it. I'm sick of being home all day, being the one stuck trying to sit with him and having to get him stuff.
LAKJSFDKASDJF bitch rant over. For now.
In other news, I only need like twelve more dollars for Brendon Small's Galaktikon on vinyl with and mp3 downloooaaaddd.
Okay, so my dad had a minor surgery on his foot a couple weeks ago. I don't know what the surgery was called, but from what I've gathered, the doctor removed two little somethings (like, some kind of buildup or cartilage thing, not tumors) and stitched his foot back up. The reason he had this surgery is I guess because standing for long periods of time is/was bothering his foot (possibly feet). As you can see, I'm not in the know.
Whatever, okay. So surgery. Two weeks ago. The stitches have been removed by this point and he can take showers once again, but he cannot use this particular foot. He can seriously fuck it up if he starts walking, and I think it would be uncomfortable to walk on anyway. He's known going into this surgery that he'll have a three+ week recovery and will be limited to crutches. At this point, I'm ready to go fucking ballistic, and I know it sounds like a tremendous bitch of me to say so, but I can't help it. Literally the only thing he talks about now is how he can't walk, how bored he is, and how his foot is bugging him. What. the fuck. is the problem. He knew that there would be a long recovery period, which is why he chose to have the surgery done in the summer so he could be away from his job. And of course, since I'm the one without a job I get stuck at home with him all day until my mother gets home. The past week he's been all mopey and pouty and every time he gets on the phone (which is all the FUCKING time since people feel the need to call all damn day) he talks about how bored he is and how he would have reconsidered if he would have known it would be like this. What the fuuuuuuck.
I don't really get along with my dad well, which is my own problem, and which you can probably tell from the lack of information I have about the surgery (i.e. I found out about the surgery like a week before it was happening) but I literally cannot take whining. And I can't rant at home with my sister or my mom because they're both "Oh, he's bored" or whatever. You had surgery on your fucking foot. What the fuck did you expect. My sister told me this morning to put myself in his place, and I know I wouldn't be fucking bitching about not being able to walk. Sure, it'd get boring, but when you have a surgery with a long recovery time, that's what fucking happens. You deal with it and quit moping.
Jesus fuck, I'm so fucking pissed off about it. I'm sick of being home all day, being the one stuck trying to sit with him and having to get him stuff.
LAKJSFDKASDJF bitch rant over. For now.
In other news, I only need like twelve more dollars for Brendon Small's Galaktikon on vinyl with and mp3 downloooaaaddd.