Okay, so a bitch just figured out that my ass was mentioned on Salon.com. Shit, a bitch didn’t get a lot of sleep last night and my ass is a wee bit slow today.
Cool…welcome Salon.com people!
Hammer/Che…a bitch wasn’t addressing you in particular. Relax, honey. Pax!
If a bitch seems extra angry today it is due to some additional drama regarding my beloved brother Bill.
Loyal readers know that a bitch’s brother Bill is autistic and in residential care. This bitch has posted long and hard about the frustrations centering on Medicaid, residential politics and guardianship. Well…
A bitch was ill Saturday…a migraine, which has thankfully entered its final phase. Anyhoo, this bitch was unable to participate in my weekly visit with Bill. Sunday, a bitch woke up weak and queasy. Slightly better, but not 100%. Late morning, a bitch’s sister received a phone call from my brother’s residence.
"Bill had an incident."
Wait…let me back up.
"Call me as soon as you get this message!"
Which, by the way, is the last motherfucking thing anyone should say to two stressed out sisters in charge of their older brother’s oversight. Bill is basically non-verbal, so we tend to freak when some dumbass leaves a “call as soon as you can” message.
So, a bitch’s sister calls and is informed that Bill got into a fight with his roommate. Now, Bill has only whooped one person’s ass…my cousin, who had stepped to my sister, was convinced to never do that shit again by an irate Bill way back in the day. Bill is not a fighter and typically vents his frustrations on himself.
We were informed that Bill had fallen and cut his eye.
Oh shit. Oh Gawd. No, no, no, no, no...!
Thankfully, we quickly got another call. Bill’s was out with a friend for a visit and they stopped by. We took pictures of the eye and tried to calm his friend down, who had walked in on the drama and was freaked out that everything had been so chaotic. Bill feasted on cookies and coffee while we tried to figure out what the fuck went down.
Suffice it to say, the migraine came back with a vengeance.
Cell phones were blown up, messages were left and a bitch shot off two e-mails for good measure.
Gawd, will this ever end? Will a bitch ever wake up and know that there is nothing to worry about or obsess over? All my ass needs is one month…shit, one week free of drama.
So, today a bitch woke up at 5:30am…stressed and nauseous. A bitch’s sister had called for a conference call. She’s terribly busy and preparing to travel this week. Now, a bitch has the added concern of a bitch’s sister’s stress and my stress coupled with our brother’s prize fighting left eye!
Anyhoo…please send well wishes and positivitude to a bitch. We have a meeting at 4pm…
Lawd, give me strength…