Just when I thought I was going to give him a chance...Ladies and gentlemen, it is MIDNIGHT on SUNDAY and the JEDI is HERE. I know he almost died, and went to the hospital a thousand times and got a thousand rides out of it, and then bought lunch for 40 bucks plus change from my sister, blah blah blah... I don't care anymore: HE'S OVERSTAYED HIS WELCOME.
Doesn't he have a job to go to tomorrow morning?
Doesn't my sister have a job to go to tomorrow morning?
Are they skipping work because he needs more scans at the hospital?
Is my sister going to take him there?
OH MY GOD! Look, there is a REASON why you live by yourself. It's because YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF! Now, the first emergency hospital visit is over, you are in the process of FOLLOWING UP. There is nothing urgent about that. Why can't you go home and take care of that yourself? Tell your family and they can help you! Are you going to stay here forever because your hospital is now in the neighborhood? There are things called TRANSFERS! GO GET ONE!
It's getting to the point that there is an unfamiliar towel in the bathroom. Uh. What the fuck. He's also got drinks in the fridge. What the double fuck!
I am soooo angry with all of this. I really want to go downstairs and yell at them right now... Aaah!!!
No comments:
Post a Comment