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I wanted to do some writing these past few days but I've been rather distracted. Dad found a lump in a sensitive, intimate and highly-prone to cancer area that caused all kinds of ruptions in the family. Thank all that is holy the nice doctor people have said it's nothing to worry about and all will be well. *relief*
Of course, the haddocking. First and biggest haddock goes to dad. You found a swelling on your testicles and waited OVER TWO WEEKS before seeking any kind of medical attention. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? You know BETTER than that. Seriously. Your cousin DIED because he had prostrate cancer and ignored agonising pain rather than seek medical attention until he finally collapsed. What the hell were you thinking?! It's not like you even hid that something was wrong, mum has been frantic.
On the second haddock - mum, dad, I am SICK of playing marriage counsellor to you two. Really - will you just TALK to each other every once in a great while and stop using me as an intermediary to communicate your issues to the other. It was tiresome when I was a teenager and it has just got more so over the years. I have enough stress without you making me deal with every spat, issue, insecurity and random craziness you have in your marriage. Gods, and Beloved wondered why I was commitmentphobic! (Have I mentioned how sick I am of being the 'capable one'?)
On the third haddock - brother mine, parental folks told you this problem in confidence so the whole family didn't learn and descend like an annoying, bitching, gossiping, busybodywave tsunami. I told you, expressly, to keep it to yourself. I think we need to work on your comprehension skills. What part of "keep it to yourself" involves putting it on FACEBOOK?! "Just me and the MILLIONS OF PEOPLE ON THE INTERNET will know?!" *headdesk* I blame myself, really. I should have known better.
Still, dad is well. Dramas are dying. And the NHS gets cookies and sweet things. He rang doctor on Monday, appointment same day, hospital tests wednesday. Got all clear from those tests the same day. Screw private healthcare - the NHS totally has our backs.
Of course, the haddocking. First and biggest haddock goes to dad. You found a swelling on your testicles and waited OVER TWO WEEKS before seeking any kind of medical attention. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot? You know BETTER than that. Seriously. Your cousin DIED because he had prostrate cancer and ignored agonising pain rather than seek medical attention until he finally collapsed. What the hell were you thinking?! It's not like you even hid that something was wrong, mum has been frantic.
On the second haddock - mum, dad, I am SICK of playing marriage counsellor to you two. Really - will you just TALK to each other every once in a great while and stop using me as an intermediary to communicate your issues to the other. It was tiresome when I was a teenager and it has just got more so over the years. I have enough stress without you making me deal with every spat, issue, insecurity and random craziness you have in your marriage. Gods, and Beloved wondered why I was commitmentphobic! (Have I mentioned how sick I am of being the 'capable one'?)
On the third haddock - brother mine, parental folks told you this problem in confidence so the whole family didn't learn and descend like an annoying, bitching, gossiping, busybody
Still, dad is well. Dramas are dying. And the NHS gets cookies and sweet things. He rang doctor on Monday, appointment same day, hospital tests wednesday. Got all clear from those tests the same day. Screw private healthcare - the NHS totally has our backs.