well, here's the deal: as my brother and I wait for my dad to be discharged from the hospital, Mom was being cared for in the ER, and when we wheeled dad home, Mom was placed in a room. so here on Tuesday, we (My dad and I) head up to the folks in charge of the concentrator and got a new battery for the portable my dad has. now here's the kicker, minutes ago when I'm calling customer service, the deliveryman walks right in the door, he's here to deliver a concentrator for my Mom. even as I type this up, my dad is talking to the deliveryman about things.

so yes I can honestly say it now, WORST EASTER EVER!


fuck! I'm not an alcoholic and I need a drink
pray for me people, please!