Azure Jane Lunatic (azurelunatic) wrote,
Azure Jane Lunatic

Don't Panic

Basically, after I got a chance to vent, and after I was able to show Sis the phrase in the email that triggered my concern, I got a chance to explain to her what the original intent of me calling her off quietly and telling her that we'd better make our trip to Alaska for her to meet my dad fairly soon was all about.

Hearing from my mom that my dad has mild congestive heart failure, and that she's concerned for him, made me realize that perhaps he's going to die sooner than I think, and that I'd better get Sis to meet him while he's still in pretty good shape. She wants to meet him.

Hearing me say that we'd better take our trip to Alaska pretty soon so she could be sure and see my dad before he died, and seeing me all serious like I was, and worried, triggered her off, and she started making arrangements for me to hustle my ass to Alaska on basically the next flight out, not really giving me a chance to explain that my definition of "soon" was along the lines of "in about a year maybe rather than in about five years".

Hearing her panic, and hearing her tell me that if things with my dad were going like that, then I'd better get there NOW, no buts about it, especially when she started making plans for me to leave near-immediately....

Well, that triggered me off, and I got concerned, and had to go stand out on the porch and breathe until I was fit for human company again.

They proceeded to pour chocolate milk and Irish Cream into me... Alan did the mixing...

Sis came home, saw the pertinent line in the e-mail that I showed her, and proceeded to do a bit of research, and then grouched at me a bit for panicking. Damn near threw the empty plastic bowl that had held my jello at her. Dammit, if I'm trying to say something, let me have my say, even if it takes a while for me to phrase it, because if it's an issue that I feel strongly about, especially if it upsets me, I don't have my usual quick and easy words, and since she's used to me having quick and easy words, she tries to put words in my mouth, and since I can't get the words out in time, and since my Will is not as strong as hers...

...basically, any time she feels like it, she can squish me, and I'm still rather too influenceable by her.

I'm tired. Dead out of it. Somewhat tipsy. I think goodnight.
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