I HATE the phone for work stuff. Really hate and it is too late to do today. Also I am not sure if I can control my voice. The sarcasm and anger kinda ooze from me currently (maybe all the time).

I think if you are the one introducing jargon into a discussion - the impetus is on you to be clear about what you mean by that.

My old boss kept using the term "editing online," which sounded like a collaborative Google doc. It was not. She meant "editing on your own computer using Word." (She also frequently asked -- with all seriousness -- "Do you have internet on your computer?" I started answering "Yes, but not all of it.")

So, my dad's initial appointment with the geriatrician is tomorrow, and I am taking him to that. I need to call my brother tonight to go over the appointment with Dad's primary care physician that my brother took him to, so I have all the info to share with the geriatrician.

I'm stressed and resentful about it,* but I'm not going to just ghost my dad in the middle of sorting out his hallucinations. When there's a treatment plan (even if the "treatment" is "taper off Zoloft, start Prozac") and it's all sorted, then Operation Get Someone Else To Assist You With Care Issues Because 28 Years Has Been Too Fucking Long will be under way, so help me god.

*(I'm stressed and resentful, but I'm not going to be a dick about it. I can just be stressed and resentful internally and then dump my feelings on Tim and my therapist afterward.)

That sounds like a good plan and I wish you well of it, Tep. I hope the geriatrician is very helpful and the hallucinations can be got under control and Someone Else can do the taking care of toot sweet

What -t said. I hope all goes well with the appointment and you find the geriatrician communicates well.

Oh, good luck, Tep. It's so hard.

And much sympathy to esse; I'm so glad you were all there for him.

Teppy, that's a solid plan.

*(I'm stressed and resentful, but I'm not going to be a dick about it. I can just be stressed and resentful internally and then dump my feelings on Tim and my therapist afterward.)

So's this ^.

I HATE the phone for work stuff. Really hate and it is too late to do today. Also I am not sure if I can control my voice. The sarcasm and anger kinda ooze from me currently (maybe all the time).

I gotcha, msbelle. I don't have great poker-voice, myself. I'm sorry this is all so ridiculous and frustrating.

Esse, all sympathies for your loss. I'm so sorry.

msbelle, I'm also in deep empathy with the linguistic didoes between your boss, the other boss in the equation, and you. Sometimes an in-person sitdown with a pad and pen will force the issue. Being me I'd push for that, but it may not be your best method. I wish you well with it.

meara, I hope the pup's adorableness makes up for all the work. I'm gonna be he'll be a fantastic loyal companion for years to come, once you both get past this part.

Laura, all best wishes for your son. He's awfully young for heart trouble, and it's wonderful he and your DiL are on top of it.

Tep, I hope your dad's appointment went well, and yielded some answers that will be helpful.

My condolences, esse.

Thanks everyone for the birthday wishes.

My phone call with my brother yielded a little new information that I don't remember him telling me after the doctor visit: Dad's primary-care physician was basically like "You take a ton of medications and they are a hot goddamn mess," but she said it in a more professional way. So one of the really important things, I think, is to get a referral to a clinical pharmacist who does medication therapy management. I suggested it to Dad, but he blew it off and acted like I was Cletus the Slack-Jawed Yokel** for even mentioning it, and said "The pharmacist at Kroger answers any questions I have," and I told him that the Kroger pharmacist can't spend 30 minutes going through his list of meds meticulously, looking for interactions and/or overtreatment. And he again acted like I was the dumbest person on the planet** for suggesting it, and I lost. my. shit. at him.

**I can't remember if I've shared this: my dad has always, ALWAYS done this thing, since I was a teenager, where he says "You and your brother are the smartest people I know! You could be brain surgeons if you wanted!" (Which is patently untrue, and also fine! I don't want to be a brain surgeon. Medicine is not missing out.)

BUT THEN, after asserting that we are sooooper geniuses (SPOILER: I am not), he turns around and acts like we are ignorant babies who failed first grade. He does it like clockwork, to me and to my brother (who is WAY smarter than I am, and might actually be a MENSA genius; I'm not sure). Like, all the fucking time. Practically every conversation. And I hadn't really twigged to it until the whole medication management conversation, and then I fucking snapped. It's still a really sore spot, and I'm glad I have such a good therapist, because it sucks to have a parent who basically implies you're a moron all the time BUT THEN makes you his caretaker anyway. If I'm so goddamn stupid, why would he want me to be his caretaker? Good question, Steph. It's amazing someone as dumb as you thought of it.

(PS: I actually think I'm fairly smart, so Dad's low opinion of my intelligence only hurts in the sense of Damn, You Actually THINK That About Your Children, You Jackhole?, and not in the sense that I believe him. Because t Peggy Carter I know my value t /Peggy Carter and his opinion doesn't matter. And is factually incorrect.)