Not sure I am going to post much here anymore, if at all.
Seems pointless. Just one pile of shit moment after another.
The hand is a big problem these days. I forgot to put a men's diaper on last night. So I wet the bed, of course. Wake up in the middle of the night in a wet bed and hand aching. Removing sheets and blankets and replacing them is not an easy thing to do on Dad's monstrous old bed, especially with painful knots in the palm.
Meanwhile Mom is driving me crazy with repetitive bullshit. And she was getting annoyed that I could not wash and dry fast enough so she could wash some towels of which she probably has three times what she needs in her bathroom. She doesn't really need to wash towels.
Never ending.
I'm tired of everything. Relief seems short lived.
It's fucking fucked up trying to take care of Mom when I have so many issues of my own.
Why write here anymore?
Not exactly a warm fuzzy.
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