The Days Before Sunday

So, like I’ve said in my last diary entry, there was some stuff going on in my home life, again with the extended family. I finally have time now to actually write everything out and process my emotions.

After having all those seizures last week, you’d think my aunt would learn now that it’s imperative for her to eat to take her medication. Well, she did learn a lesson, but not that one. In her head, she’s learned that if we don’t buy her the restaurant quality food she demands, she can go on another hunger strike and get seizures again, so we’ll be terrified and buy her all the food she wants…. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

We beg her to at least eat some fruit or crackers so she can swallow her medicine but she flat out refuses because they “don’t taste good”. At least a banana or at least a handful of pretzels, but she’s stubborn. This means, we’re all back to square one and I have to go out and buy food for her again. It’s really a sort of pathetic means, because she’s the only one in the family with high-quality food while the other 5 family members are eating yesterday’s leftovers. Honestly, I don’t want to bitch about eating leftovers because it tastes fine, it’s just looking at this type of scene makes me look at my aunt with such disdain.

That’s just my aunt, now we get into my uncle and his daughter.

My uncle is starting to get way too comfortable with me being his personal chauffeur. he’d make me drive him to the grocery store just for him to buy his cigarettes. He can’t pay for his daughter’s schooling needs (she’s way behind the normal grade curve and he didn’t want to cough up $1,000 for summer school and tutoring sessions), but sure, keep using that money on beer and cigarettes. There’s still the whole Asian ‘respect your elders’ thing, so even though I fucking hate it, I can’t tell him to fuck off and walk to the grocery store himself.

My cousin is also severely underweight, she eats fine but both her parents are skinny with high metabolism, so that’s resulting her being low on the BMI scale. The doctor prescribed her some PediaSure to boost her other supplements. The pharmacy that held her prescription was 25 minutes away, so maybe an hour round trip plus however long it’d take to wait at the pharmacy. I had hurt the base of my foot the day prior and was on orders to stay completely off of it until the bruise healed. It took maybe a week.

Just the other day, my uncle bitched about where was the milk for his daughter and that I should hurry up and go get it already, knowing about my injured foot. I didn’t like sound of his tone but I still kept it cordial and said I’d get it as soon as the pharmacy opened up (since they’re closed on weekends) and explained to him that it was a far drive. My mom overheard what he said and was not as nice. She snapped back at him and told him, that it’s his own daughter, and I was just being nice to even do him a favor. Also saying that if he wanted the prescription so badly, he could walk the 20 mile round-trip to get it himself. Props to her. She said pretty much everything I was thinking.

TLDR: Extended family still finds new ways to keep bitching but so do I.