Too Much Information

Wow, what a crazy week. I spent it up in Massachusetts where I have lots of family. I was supposed to go to Arizona but did not feel that the height of the pandemic (at least what I hope was/is the height) was the right time to get on a plane.

I don’t know if anyone else has experienced this, but I am treated to regular (no pun intended) updates regarding my Dad’s gastrointestinal issues in excruciating detail. Last weekend I kept my brothers informed, but, shockingly, they were uninterested. How did I put myself in this situation? I guess by making myself the indispensable health care manager that I am.

I suppose when you’re 90 and you don’t feel well, decorum, which our family did not have much of to begin with, goes out the window. I might be able to handle this better if I wasn’t also being yelled at for not appreciating the severity of the situation.

Looking ahead, I will try to make a conscious effort to treat those who care for me kindly and patiently, though I know that I won’t always succeed.  About a year ago, I got pretty snippy when I had to check in for a medical appointment as I thought I had answered every possible question online beforehand—what more could they possibly want to know? But I apologized on the way out. Last time I went in I noticed that they had a sign asking people to be considerate of all employees.

More on feeling helpless at a later date…