Anonymous asked:

how are you doing old man?

The situation is becoming farcical. My father's cancer is eating his spine, so he needs a walker. My mother fractured two ribs trying to move said walker through a door. So now I'm playing full-time babysitter and nurse for both of them. And today, I was making food for them, when I chopped partway through my finger. I'm getting a little too familiar with that hospital for my liking. Nothing to worry about, though, except inasmuch as my knife now has a taste for human flesh.