Done This Week
Jun. 9th, 2024 09:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scrubjayspeaks*sigh*
Dad ended up in the ER on Tuesday and didn’t get released until Saturday. Very long story short, catastrophic anemia, cause unknown, two pints of blood. At least this was the closer hospital, so mum didn’t have to drive as far to visit him.
He got in a screaming match with her within thirty minutes of getting home. Because being told “please do not do things that will wear you out, because you may drop dead of it” is the worst injustice he’s ever experienced. And also because mum getting emotional about him just doing random shit and not listening to anyone qualifies as being mean to him.
I’m just saying, it was really nice having him out of the house all week. Great not having to put up with his temper tantrums and his sulking and his criticisms of the exact methods by which his wife waits on him hand and foot.
Nice, quiet week.
Anyway, it’s been a year of testosterone and I wanted to be super happy about that. The household miasma of misery and spite kind of put a damper on that.
Lewisia: 3 new pieces written
Day job: 34 hours, mandatory day off #2 of 5
Cooking: these pretzel biscuits, which were a pleasing novelty, a blueberry lemon layer cake of no particular source and deranged execution to celebrate my testosterone anniversary
Gardening: garden club post
Listening: Anniversary by Adeem the Artist (always a joy), Wrabel’s single “the village” with the Trans Chorus of Los Angeles (Youtube is allowed to present me with new music if this is what it blesses me with, please excuse me while I bawl my eyes out)
Aftermarket Parts: one year! 🎉✨🎉
Other: unloaded hay, donated blood (not specifically because dad is using it all up, but not NOT because of that)
Dad ended up in the ER on Tuesday and didn’t get released until Saturday. Very long story short, catastrophic anemia, cause unknown, two pints of blood. At least this was the closer hospital, so mum didn’t have to drive as far to visit him.
He got in a screaming match with her within thirty minutes of getting home. Because being told “please do not do things that will wear you out, because you may drop dead of it” is the worst injustice he’s ever experienced. And also because mum getting emotional about him just doing random shit and not listening to anyone qualifies as being mean to him.
I’m just saying, it was really nice having him out of the house all week. Great not having to put up with his temper tantrums and his sulking and his criticisms of the exact methods by which his wife waits on him hand and foot.
Nice, quiet week.
Anyway, it’s been a year of testosterone and I wanted to be super happy about that. The household miasma of misery and spite kind of put a damper on that.
Lewisia: 3 new pieces written
Day job: 34 hours, mandatory day off #2 of 5
Cooking: these pretzel biscuits, which were a pleasing novelty, a blueberry lemon layer cake of no particular source and deranged execution to celebrate my testosterone anniversary
Gardening: garden club post
Listening: Anniversary by Adeem the Artist (always a joy), Wrabel’s single “the village” with the Trans Chorus of Los Angeles (Youtube is allowed to present me with new music if this is what it blesses me with, please excuse me while I bawl my eyes out)
Aftermarket Parts: one year! 🎉✨🎉
Other: unloaded hay, donated blood (not specifically because dad is using it all up, but not NOT because of that)
