Things are still very bad for my father.
Things are still very bad for my father. He is only able to function with pain medication, which he takes enough of to take the edge off the pain, but not enough to reduce the pain because it makes him fuzzy-headed and if he isn't going to be able to do anything except drool on himself, what's the point. With the pain meds he is able to move around a tiny bit, but only with assistance from a walker or cane or something, even though he keeps trying without. I just want to curl up in a dark corner, somewhere, and I am not even the one with problems. Can I tell you how soul-sucking it his to hear your father involuntarily whimper in pain? Can I tell you that I am angry, and bitter, and frustrated? Yeah, I know. I need to get my own act together so I can get out of here. It's not like I'm going to be able to do anything else that's helpful. #lifenotbeingfairsucks