I'm exhausted. There's no point in going into the long rant that describes how I ended up exhausted, but it involves insomnia, Ambien, what I suspect is a change in my body's ability to metabolize Ambien, and a Dad who can't stay out of the fucking hospital for 3 days.

I know, I know, I know -- as much as I hate him being in the hospital, he hates it more, and I keep trying to keep that foremost in my mind -- at least I'm kicking around, doing my thing, not in a hospital bed with a camera up my femoral artery, wondering if this is the Big One.

I get that. I do. I totally do.

But I am so so so SO fucking tired of my Dad going in the hospital and not getting fixed because this isn't something that *can* be fixed, the way you set a broken bone or take antibiotics for bronchitis.

I can't do anything to fix him, and I hate hate HATE seeing him in a hospital bed with a gazillion tubes sticking out of his arms like he's some kind of *invalid,* which I guess he is, but he's *not,* damn it.

And there's nothing I can do, except worry, and I am so so SO exhausted.

{{{Steph}}}

{{{Steph}}}

{{{{Steph}}}}

Poor thing. I'm sorry your dad's back in.

{{{{Steph}}}}

Oh, {{{{{Tep}}}}}. All the strength in the world.

Oh, Tep. Caring for and worrying about him has really put you through the wringer over the last much-too-long. It's so frustrating and scary to see a parent's frailty.

((((Steph))))

And JZ, you may want to avoid the movie Summer of '42 (which I saw over the weekend). Featuring an actress named Christopher Norris.

Aw, Teppy, I'm so sorry you're going through the wringer right now...I just got wrapped up in my list of peeves.

I'm so sorry, Tep.