Not in a funny or crazy kind of way, but in a relieving way. My mom called me yesterday and told me I don’t have to play messenger anymore, and that she’s given the job to Genie and Marge. It’s not fair to put your daughter in the middle of a feud with your sister in law. Even though I’m off the hook, it doesn’t mean I’m free of being barked at about how my Aunt Ginger is, “calling the social worker,” and “paging the doctors,” and “calling everybody.” I told her I didn’t want to hear about it because I don’t think there is anything wrong with that. Yeah, of course she’s calling, she wants to find out about her brother! “Well, isn’t having Genie and Marge telling her the news enough?” “No, maybe not for her. Look, you need to accept opinions that are different from your own rather than fuming about them.” The whole time I was completley calm too, but she kept yelling at me like I had done something wrong. Then she hung up on me, like always.
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My dad has moved from the rehab center back to the hospital again so he can be put on a feeding tube. He’s been on that for one day and already there is an improvement in his motivation, alertness and talkativness.
