Oh FUCK NO they didn't.

[chibi_trillian]

I hate my family. HATE. Stupid stoic fucktards. ARG. What the hell? I can go off a moped at 30mph, hit the ground so hard that I bounce, skid for twenty feet, and walk away with a chip of bone the size of a sesame seed snapped off of my pinky that wouldn't have happened if I had just friggin' let go of the bike and tuck'n'rolled before I hit the ground. Meanwhile, my sister's bones have gotten so fragile that she can trip getting up from a chair and break her arm in three places and NOBODY, including her, thinks that it's important enough to tell me. *UBERHEADDESK*

Seriously, did I steal all the good health out of the two of us? My sister's not quite twenty-one and has osteoporosis. And apparently her headaches have gotten to the point that they're affecting her daily life. And she's been having other problems to the point that she finally broke down and went in for full-spectrum bloodwork last week. And nobody told me until my mother mentioned it in passing and I went, "Wait, WTF?" Because it wasn't important. Because I'm busy and I have my own problems.

I'm just so mad at them. And I can't even yell at them, because I've pulled the exact same shit, though not to the same degree. But...rawr. So pissed. I'd scream or cry or kick something or run around shouting profanity, but it wouldn't do any good and would likely frighten Tiff and she's had a crappy enough day as is without seeing me lose my temper for the fourth time in the five years she's known me. Hopefully writing this down will help vent some of it.

Rawr.

Comments

[creamy-twilight.livejournal.com]

Wow, I thought my dad's family was the only one that did that. They never call to tell him anything. When his mom was in the hospital, they didn't tell him until she was on the verge of dying. But maybe your family only saw it as important to them cause you don't live there anymore (but they need to learn to tell you when your sister's hurt this badly). You should go japanese for a bit and buy (or use your own) glass plates and just throw them as hard as you can while shouting what's making you mad (japanese have their own little shops that do this. $5 for 100 plates I think).

*whistles*

[jacks-shadow.livejournal.com]

Wow..... damn.... that's pretty impressive. I know the Old Man frequently kept stuff from us about his own health ('cause he didn't want us to worry) but he at least passed on information about my Aunt and Uncle to my mother. That's impressively unfortunate, you have my sympathy, that can be pretty damn frustrating.

Hrm... Thanks for the reminder though, I should call my father and fill him in on my own stuff... *scurries off* Hope ranting calmed you down!