They say the holidays can be rough on many. It has never affected me much before. This season, after 3 years of living in the trailer hood, patching one item, while two more break. My left side getting weaker as time goes by. Each month finds us further behind due to medical bills since my heart attack a year ago. Then, as if I need another test, I have a mother-in-law that the 1961 song by Ernie K. Doe, fits perfectly.

Yes, I suppose I’m on my pity pot, as my mother would say. The heart attack I suffered a little over a year ago, was brought on from all the stress of dealing with her. No one else wants her. They know how she is, our son took her in after she couldn’t have things her way 5 years ago. That lasted all of 2 weeks, that says a lot. She has 3 sisters, 3 brothers. No one wants to deal with her, that says plenty more.

Fortunately, I am medicated to reduce the stress. Unfortunately, It makes me dead inside. I want to do YouTube videos, Blog, Do projects. I start, and then just meld into a state of dullness. Why bother.

The pharmaceuticals are amazing for taking the edge off the anger that builds from all the whining and bragging about her brothers and sisters, none of which want to step up and take care of her. It’s weird, I can recognize when I should be bothered by something, but then it just doesn’t bother me. The only time the shell is cracked, is when it is several really aggravating things in a short time period.

At this point in time, I’m not sure who is wackier, her or me. I’m a tad concerned, as the trailer hood denizens, are starting to look normal to me. 

“At night, to help me sleep. I count the buckles on my straight jacket”. 

Comments always welcome,