Why Patricide Should Be Legal (Part 2)

Now, I'm used to dealing with my Dad's tantrums, but today was extra special!

A while back, I learned I have some weakened hip flexors. Apparently, maybe I've overexerted a bit, but anyway. I'm now in regular SEVERE pain. Like from mid-thigh to mid-abdomen on the right, I'm in PAIN. Just getting up is extremely painful, and I sort of have to walk for a while before it semi-straightens itself out

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They are obviously important muscles, and they go OUCHY.

I called Aboolian at 7:30 AM, and he called in a Rx for muscle relaxants. Which of course, I DON'T have time to pick up, because I have to go on a plane to NY.

Plenty of Drama. Tons of tears. When he hears me crying, he just says "Don't get so excited". Sorry, you didn't pick up my RX because you forgot, and I'm in excruciating pain. Nice. After a TON of tears (not to mention the stress from yesterday), I convinced him to get to the CVS at 8 a.m., he'll be on the bus to the airport by 9, his flight is at 10:30, all done. "Ugh, I have to DRIVE over there". Yeah, 'cause it's just SO difficult. WTF?

Got to Meghann's, lots of tears, Lisa listened to me forever, and I just cried. I'm in PAIN dammit. And Norco (hardcore pain killers) just don't cut it this round.

At Meghann's. Bedtime. LOTS to do tomorrow. *sigh*

I should be proud of myself, I know. Lisa says there should be no "buts". However, I still have so much further to go, I hope I can accomplish these things.