Who the blue blazes does she think she is? That's my father we're talking about. My son, you know, the one I don't talk to or about, called a couple of hors ago and told me that The Philmore is in hospital (Trauma ICU) on account of bleeding in his brain after fainting. My guess is that the bleeding came first and the fainting followed. I immediately started making arrangements to go over, but cancelled them after talking to the Wicked Stepmother. Turns out this happened on Sunday and just now they are getting around to telling me. He had surgery, and is now in an induced coma, so is no condition to talk to me or anyone. He's only 83, and has a living will, so if things go downhill, they'll just unplug him. I have no argument with that, but I'd like to see him and *she* says she isn't in any shape to take of me, like I'm some kind of crip what needs care. Hah! She says her kids are helping her and I'd just be a burden. If I had the $s I'd go and get a hotel room and rent a car, but I don't. So I'll just sit here and wait. If she thinks I'm going to be nice to her after he's gone, she'd better think again. This is going to cost her. It sucks to miss his funeral, but I can sit Shiva here just as easily as there, more comfortably too. Let *her* explain why I'm not there. Stupid woman should have known that my first reaction would have been to hop a plane, but she said "No" so, I won't, for the simple reason that I can't do it anyway because I'd have no place to stay. Don't know anyone in that area. So, I'll just hang around here and fume and rant and rave.
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