princessofburundi

I've been thinking all afternoon and all evening about my health. I've had Netflix on and have been paying half-assed attention to it while worrying. I've thought and I've thought and I've thought some more and have been trying to figure out who, if anyone, I should tell about it. I've decided to tell my parents and brother. They often ask for help with stuff that I cannot help with in this condition. I can't make up my mind whether or not to tell my younger daughter. She'll be 19 next month. Is that too young to be burdened by parental health worries? I don't know the answer to that. Then there's my son in Vancouver. He's 25 and when I think of kinfolk, he's the first person who pops into my mind.

He's why this entry is entitled "Urgle". That's my irritated and annoyed word. He was supposed to call me yesterday but didn't. He didn't even respond to the text I sent him Saturday. Since I went to the doctor I've called him twice and texted him three times. He has not responded. I am incredibly frustrated. I know he's busy. He's actually having day surgery done on his knee tomorrow. But if your mum keeps calling and texts saying "very important" three times, you'd think he'd want to know what's going on??????

I'm incredibly frustrated with him right now. Grrrr. He is always dropping out of touch and I am of the opinion that I'm no longer very important to him. Seriously, kid, you should not make your mother feel unimportant and unwanted, but you do, kiddo.