Well, this blows

I’m feeling a little better today (initial, rabid side effects of new anti-seizure meds are wearing off…I think), my father – Daddy, however, is not.

Between my wretched health (and surgery addiction) and COVID (AKA The GQP Plague) I haven’t been able to see him for over a year – not since early winter of 2019. Ya know how much this sucks? I can’t even begin to describe the extreme and radically painful suckage.

Adding to that, I just got a text that he’s now in hospice care. Yeah, even if I quadruple masked, bought a wheelchair and had Ten drive me the 10+ hours from here, Valhalla, to Western Pennsylvania, I STILL couldn’t see him. His nursing home isn’t allowing visitors. Yes, that’s good but, somehow, he still caught the Republi/Fascist Plague. He managed to recover but so much damage was kindled that he’s now at the front door of complete system failure.

I, honestly now, don’t know how I can survive if/when Daddy dies. Jen says I will. Yes, I believe her but, at this moment, just can’t picture it.

What am I gonna do to lift my spirits today? Strength building PT exercises and schadenfreude scrolling. Fer instance THIS makes me happy. Twatzilla deserves to be shamed, unemployed and unemployable.

‘scuse me, Imma go do some leg lifts.