I'm well aware that it's been a while since I updated and I apologize. Life is currently kicking my ass. With having a job and my chronic back pain has been worse than ever due to the increase in activity but that's not what this post is about.
Today, I'mma write about my family and how is confuses me. I've known many other families who have had ill Children/Parents/whatever and that family would band together and grow and love life all the more. That's not the case with my family.
My family has gotten to the point of where I am ill but they'll brag about how much they hate their lives, they'll waste them, do drugs, or even attempt suicide.
I have a Mother that would panic and go 100 MPH, go through Red Lights, and be a danger to everyone on the road if I showed any sign of being sick just to get me to the Hospital as quick as possible but if she's deathly ill she'll refuse all help and threaten people who care about her if they offered to call 911.
There was this incident a while back where my Mother was greatly ill, she had breathing problems, was pale as a ghost, couldn't eat, couldn't speak. It was really scary. I wasn't aware of this at the time as I was taking a rather long and relaxing poop.
I like to play video games or watch Netflix when I'm in the bathroom. It's always been my private place. I've never had my privacy in my room but when I'm in the Bathroom, people leave me alone so that's how I release stress.
Anyways. I had just sat down on the toilet and my brother comes knocking on the door. He's holding a phone in his hand and he's telling me that "Mom doesn't look well. You should probably call 911".
I just want this to sink in. He was holding a phone in his hand and he told me to call 911 while I was sitting on the toilet.
I called him an idiot and told him that I just sat down, would like to take a crap, and that since he's holding the god damn phone that should call 911. He said something like "Fuck, fine". I thought that was the end of it so after about an hour and a half I get off the Can and make my way upstairs. I was wondering why the Ambulance hasn't gotten here yet. I took a look into my Mom's room to see her look like she was dying and I asked Jason why he didn't call 911. He said he was too busy.
Spoilers, he wasn't. He was watching T.V in the living room.
So, I tell my mom I'm calling 911 and she starts to barely say to me that if I call them that she'll refuse to go unless I call my Step Father and get him over here ASAP. He was out working or something at the time. I yelled at her for being an idiot and called 911. When they arrived I told them exactly what she said and that she might be mentally stable.
She actually tried to tell them that she was fine. Her SATS were complete shit, she had to be put on several litres of Oxygen and she was rushed to the Hospital.
That crap just confuses me. Even now, if my breathing isn't perfect in her eyes it's "We're going to the Hospital or I'll have you declared unfit to take care of yourself" yet she did that crap to herself. She could have died. It's not like breathing problems were new in her life. She's watched me nearly die, die, be in Comas, have seizures, and a whole bunch of other crap.
You'd think that a person who witnessed all that would make sure they were absolutely healthy.
Anyways, that's my rant for now and I'll try to update this again in a week. My boss went on Vacation and threw my name in every open shift slot and didn't bother to tell me about it so damn near every day I get a call from Dispatch asking me why I'm not at work yet.
Least I'm making money.
Till next time.
