So last weekend, my Mom calls me up to tell me that she finally found a house to move into. This has been an ongoing struggle since Mother's Day when her landlord told her that she has until the end of September to find a new place because she's kicking them out. I'm not even joking... she told my Mom this on MOTHER'S DAY! So it's nice to finally get some good news for a change. Moving Day was set for Wednesday. They hired the same movers I did last year that charged $2000, but thanks to inflation... they're now charging $3000. My dad talked them down to $2700 if he moves the garage himself, which is where all the heaviest shit is at, so this makes no sense to me. So Thursday or Friday were planned to be garage moving day. Of course that's where I come in. "Can you help us move on Thursday or Friday, Ota?" Sure.... "Okay great! I'll give you a call to let you know when."

Sunday night. I'm taking a shower, as we all should often do, when I notice that my fucking ball cyst has come back again! Dude! Bro! Fucking no! You could not have picked a WORSE possible time to come back into my life! I am NOT going through this shit again! So the next day after work, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I took a scalpel annnnnd sliced the fucker open myself. Those Dr. Pimple Popper videos make it look so easy! Ya just give it a slice and out comes all of that nasty cottage cheese, right? Wrong. I got SOME of it out.... Let's say about, oh I don't know... 10%? Maybe? And after that came the pain. Keep in mind that this fucker is located directly next to my balls. I ignore it and go to pick up dinner with my roommate. Half way through dinner, I'm crying like a little girl and I go to bed. I ended up getting really sick with the chills and cold sweats and managed to sleep for 18 hours straight. Definitely called out of work on Tuesday.

By Wednesday, I was feeling much better. But also had to make up for lost time at work. So I busted my ass completing my list of chores and I only managed to miss 2, cleaning the restrooms and the office. I'll need to save those for Friday since Thursday is garage moving day. The cyst however has now doubled in size and I'm pretty sure I need to go to urgent care. On top of that... I couldn't help but notice how itchy my legs have gotten and finally gave them a good inspection to see that they were covered up and down and all around in mosquito bites. Fucking wonderful! My legs look like a god damn pizza! Where the hell did all of these come from! I already have a gaping wound between my legs! Now I have like 30 wounds below the belt! And they itch like crazy! I don't normally get swarmed by bug bites because I always thought they didn't like my blood type. But times sure have changed.

On Thursday I got up early to go to Urgent Care. The only Urgent care that will take my card is a 45 minute drive out of town. So needless to say it was gonna take a while. But hopefully I'll get done before my Mom calls me. Urgent Care went fine. They prescribed me some antibiotics yet again. But this time they're worried that a sack may have formed. If this has happened then it's just going to keep refilling over time and I'll need to have it surgically removed. Here's hoping it won't happen a third time. All things considered I made really good time and got home by 1pm. So now I was just waiting for the phone call. An hour passes. 2 hours, 4 hours, finally at 7pm when I'm out getting dinner my Mom calls and says, "What are you doing right now? What happened with helping us move!?" Uhhh... I've been waiting for your phone call all day! The only reason I didn't just show up whenever is because you said you'd call me because you told me you weren't sure if you were doing the move on Thursday or Friday.... We have now settled for me arriving at the house tomorrow.

Friday (today) Up at 8am and drive to the old house. My Dad pulls up at the same time. Dad says, "Oh I didn't think you were coming." I reply, "Yeah, mom asked me to be here-" doesn't even let me finish and interrupts, "Just start moving whatever shits left in the house!" So I do. Mom pulls up. We finish what's left and drive over to the new house. New house looks great btw. As we're unloading and moving stuff around I try breaking down pretty much everything I just typed to my Mom seeing as how we haven't had much face to face time since I moved out. She's not even listening and just keeps interrupting me for more stuff to move. I eventually just shut up completely until she asks a question I already answered. To which I reply, "You're not even listening to me." To which her response was, "Yeah, I guess I'm not." Like, I can just leave. I have no fucking horse in this race. Why are we the only 2 doing anything when there's 3 other people in the house right now sleeping past noon? I say, "Yeah, I'm gonna go." To which she then finally catches on and is like, "Wait no! I'm sorry don't go!" But she said it the way an annoyed bad friend would say it like, "GAAWWWD! I'm fuckin' sorry, okay!? What!? Stop being such a fuckin' pussy, bro! Get over it!" I then hang around for a bit while we have a long chat outside while she smokes. I think some stuff may have finally gotten through to her, but it really feels like everything I say just goes in one ear and out the other. Plus she's probably massively stressed because of the move and everything else going on. I then find out the real reason she wanted me to stay longer.... She asks, "Can I borrow $300?..." I give her $500 because I'm a chump and also a doormat. I then leave to go to work to finish the tasks I didn't complete. And I'll also be back at work tonight at midnight. My day isn't even over yet.

So let's review aka the TL;DR version:

I have an infected cyst right next to my balls that's causing a lot of pain and discomfort. My legs are covered in massive mosquito bites. Even when I move out, my family feels as though I still owe them my life and despite having no horse in this race, I still take time off work and give them money because I want them to be doing well and happy. Even though by next week they'll probably just need something else. I'm tired. I'm sick. I'm lonely. I'm always in some sort of pain. And yeah. I think this is it.