Counting Down the Days
Well, after two days of not having my internet because my internet company flaked on me I'm finally back. Late Saturday night I went to dial-up to the net only to find out that I couldn't connect and I was highly pissed. Somehow though I found a wireless connection from god knows where because I don't have the equipment needed for wireless so I was basically waiting for the cops to come knocking on my door, I even had my excuses all planned out lol ("It wasn't me Officer, I swear! It was a masked Pooh Bear who stopped by here for a quickie and to use my computer!" *giggle* Think that would've worked Metta?).
Luckily the cops didn't show up but then again, I didn't really stay on the connection long enough to do much of anything other than to check my e-mail. I've been sick for the past few days but thankfully I'm starting to feel better and starting to get back to normal...whatever normal may be for me lol.
As far as my grandma goes, I'm honestly counting down the days until she goes back into the nursing home because things are just getting worse as the day gets closer. She knows it's coming and she's decided to become an even bigger bitch than before. I've done my best to not let her provoke me into arguing but she's making that more and more difficult all the time.
She has this thing about her leg, says it hurts her all the time but the funny thing is when there's only one of us in the room she's fine but the minute my mom, my step-dad and I all get in the room with her that's when all hell breaks loose. All we hear is her whining around and complaining that her leg hurts so bad she can barely stand it even though she's been fine the whole day. We finally figured that she does it for attention and for us to give her pain medication because simply put, she's addicted to pain killers.
Confronting her about the addiction wouldn't do us a damn bit of good because we know she'd deny it and lie about it, lying seems to be all she does lately. My mom or step-dad will tell her something and she'll wait until they leave the room then ask me if they were telling the truth knowing damn well that they were.
As a great friend told me, I'm not going to beat myself up over this or the way I feel because she's going where she wants to be and my family or I don't need the stress that she puts on us so I no longer worry about it. Thanks Metta! :)
