... which is to say UNAWESOME, of course...
Ultrasound came and went w/out so much as a text, email or call from sister or aunt to see how I am.
Biopsy came and went w/out so much as a text, email or call from sister or aunt to see if I have cancer or not.
Yet, today I get a
text informing me that my nieces 5th grade graduation party is SUNDAY,
yet no mention is made, even secondarily, inquiring as to the biopsy
results.
Note:
Five days is an insufficient amount of time to notify me of a party you
have no doubt been planning for the last few weeks. Additionally, if
you want me to attend a family function, perhaps some day, one day
before I die, you'll arrange it on a SATURDAY, so I don't spend my entire
SUNDAY driving 4.5-5 hours to sit at a party where I'll no doubt be
ignored or irritated (or a combination of both), thus ensuring a horrid
back spasm and an even bleaker outlook to start my work week.
Fuckyouverymuch.
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