I'm here at mom's for a 24 hour shift. Mom is busy coloring in her colorbook and quite content. The house is quiet and Dad is very obviously not here.
I am trying not to worry about him but it's quite difficult. He's got some hallucinations from the anesthesia that make caring for him difficult. He seemed quite well today but he'd had a bad night. sigh.
I'm angry.
I have come to realize that I do not like change. not one bit. Although I'd like to think I am an easy going, impulsive, changing creature, I realize I am not. Perhaps I once was. I like to control the changes, not have them sprung upon me to muddy up my life.
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