Do more and expect less. Well... yes, that was my very thought on my first day of "Let's Get Corri Healthy and Happy" plan.
So I get a call on my first day at it... and my father had a second heart attack and was back in the hospital. Kind of put a crimp in my 'get happy and healthy' plans.
On top of that, we get hit with this frickin' awful snow storm, and here I am, driving to Cleveland at 40 m.p.h., doing my deep breathing exercises. My dad is okay folks, not to worry. And my brother and I only came across the table at each other once during dinner. All in all, a banner day.
My dad is 74 years old, and my siblings and I have the monumental task of telling him he can no longer work, and that his life, as he knows it, is over. Stubborn old coot won't take help from anyone (hmmm... wonder where I get it. Not until today did I realize what a monumental pain in the ass I have been for not taking help. Lesson learned. I'm a friggin' charity case, starting today).
I'm venting. My brother is a fcking azzhole. Hasn't given a crappola about my dad for the last... 20 years, now, it all has to be done HIS way. So, on the brink of me jumping into the sh@!tola with him over it... I backed away and said... "Okay, fine. We'll do it your way. You take make the decisions, you take care of him, you get him out of here. Okay. Okay. Cool. I'm going home on Friday. You'll need to be back up here this weekend to make arrangements for him."
And he says to me, "No, you will do things this way, and that way. You will take him here this weekend."
"I'm sorry, I can't."
Him: "There's no sorry. You will do this."
ME: "I am perfectly willing to help. Can't do it your way on your timetable. If it has to be done your way on your timetable, there's you and our younger sister to pick up the slack."
It goes on and on, with the sweetest, most loving/degrading threats from a brother I just haven't heard in SOOO long.
Well. Pray for me, y'all. My recent life has just reached the point of ironic hilarity.
