The Wrath of Chamuca

I CANNOT SLEEP BECAUSE I AM LIVID RIGHT NOW.  I EXPECT MY EYES ARE GLOWING RED AND SHOOTING EVIL LASERS OUT OF THEM.  IT IS 2:30 AM.

So my uncle is a douchebag motherfucking prick.  He has only come to visit his mother in the hospital for a grand total of 3 hours in the past week.  And he’s a retired multimillionaire.  Who lives 15 minutes from the hospital.

And last night, my uncle flipped out on my mom.  He was yelling at her, shoving his finger in her face.  Apparently, “since she has issues with hospitals screwing things up, she is being crazy with the doctors and nurses now.”  I guess since she’s writing down everything in her little journal thingy and asking a lot of questions.

Now, I know he’s right.  But there’s a time and a place for talking (not yelling) to someone about this.  And I may bitch about her being an anxiety attack waiting to happen, but that’s because it’s hard for me to see her like this.  I’M the high strung one, not her.

What pisses me off, is that my uncle WASN’T THERE for any of what I’m about to tell you.

My mom had benign fibroid tumors in her uterus.  This caused her to have periods that were so heavy, we would have to take her to the hospital because she was hemorrhaging.  So three years ago, she decided to get a hysterectomy.

{Edit:  I’ve realized there are probably some legal ramifications for publishing all the details of this situation, so I will summarize:  She went in for a hysterectomy, the doctor fucked up royally, and my mother came out of surgery with a colostomy.}

So for 4 months, my mother’s large intestine was sticking out of her upper abdomen wall, and she had to poop in a bag attached to the front of her.

With all of that going on, my grandma (the one who’s in the hospital now) was so stressed out, she ended up in the hospital with heart problems, a week after my mom checked out.

From the day of the surgery until 2 months later, my aunt and I drove 3 hours each way on our weekends, to trade off shifts of taking care of them, while also working 50+ hours a week.

My fucktard asshole cocksucker uncle didn’t come to visit either of them at all.  Didn’t even send a card to his baby sister or mother.  Left the women-folk to take care of things.

Now he has the BALLS to tell my mom she’s overreacting.  He has no fucking idea what the hell he is talking about.  He should be thanking the Good Lord I wasn’t there last night.  His ears would have been bleeding from the profanity spewing from my mouth.  I would have ripped out all of his intestines so HE’D have to shit in a bag.  For real.  I would’ve gotten the cops called on me for the scene I would have caused.  Gladly.  And I would have been that crazy lady you see on COPS, since they’re filming here in Portland right now.

I thought writing this out would calm me down, but alas. . .I still wanna cut him.