Blargh
Do you not love the eloquence of my title?
That is how I felt after watching John McCain tonight. Blinking, jaw-clenched, "air-quoting," feelings hurt McCain. Give me a break. As one columnist for the LA Times stated the other day, if you are still undecided, then do us all a favor and just don't vote.
I have been feeling quite crappy this last week, as some sort of weird something went right to my lungs, and I've been coughing so much that my ribcage hurts. Not to mention the lovely former contents of my lungs that are seeing fit to seek fresh air.
It's actually quite exhausting.
I think I must feel like McCain.
Anyhoo, and on the old home front, my grandparents are worrying me. They are 86 and 91, respectively and for years now I have been telling anyone who will listen that my grandmother is losing it. I'm not sure I would call it Alzheimer's, but she forgets many things, is combative, and I just generally worry about her. But I worry more about my grandfather, who must put up with her every day. He is older, but actually mentally sharper than her. However, my grandmother is now making claims that my grandfather is the one losing his mental capacity. This despite a recent CAT scan (done at her insistence) which shows that for his age, his brain is perfectly normal. Which would make me laugh if it didn't make me cry.
My grandmother is surely affecting his mental health, but what is a granddaughter to do? He is definitely quieter as of late, and even Hubba-hubba has remarked that he seems depressed. I think that my grandmother's physical health problems of the last three years paired with this new tack of hers is wearing him down. He's 91, for god's sake! How much should he have to put up with? But they've been married for 63 years, and he will do anything for her. Including allowing her to nag him to death.
Oy, I think I need to go to bed before I lose it myself.
That is how I felt after watching John McCain tonight. Blinking, jaw-clenched, "air-quoting," feelings hurt McCain. Give me a break. As one columnist for the LA Times stated the other day, if you are still undecided, then do us all a favor and just don't vote.
I have been feeling quite crappy this last week, as some sort of weird something went right to my lungs, and I've been coughing so much that my ribcage hurts. Not to mention the lovely former contents of my lungs that are seeing fit to seek fresh air.
It's actually quite exhausting.
I think I must feel like McCain.
Anyhoo, and on the old home front, my grandparents are worrying me. They are 86 and 91, respectively and for years now I have been telling anyone who will listen that my grandmother is losing it. I'm not sure I would call it Alzheimer's, but she forgets many things, is combative, and I just generally worry about her. But I worry more about my grandfather, who must put up with her every day. He is older, but actually mentally sharper than her. However, my grandmother is now making claims that my grandfather is the one losing his mental capacity. This despite a recent CAT scan (done at her insistence) which shows that for his age, his brain is perfectly normal. Which would make me laugh if it didn't make me cry.
My grandmother is surely affecting his mental health, but what is a granddaughter to do? He is definitely quieter as of late, and even Hubba-hubba has remarked that he seems depressed. I think that my grandmother's physical health problems of the last three years paired with this new tack of hers is wearing him down. He's 91, for god's sake! How much should he have to put up with? But they've been married for 63 years, and he will do anything for her. Including allowing her to nag him to death.
Oy, I think I need to go to bed before I lose it myself.
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