Bastard

As most of you know my folks are here helping me through my surgery and they are staying with me in my condo. They help me with my icing, feedings, laundry, cleaning, driving, well most everything. The problem I am having is that we are totally getting on each others last nerve. No matter what we say it ends in a fight. My parents fight over everything and my temper is so short right now, it doesn't take much to set me off.

I know they are here to help and I greatly appreciate it, but I swear, there are not enough drugs in the world to put me into a comatosed daze to deal with them 24/7. The last surgery they were here for 4 weeks and we were ready to kill each other. This time, who knows what will happen.

Peace,
DeMo