Whoa is Me

I'm tired as always from lack of sleep. Had to take mom to the emergency room at 1:00am to get some shots for the excrutiating pain in her arm. We finally got out at 3:00am. I didn't sleep well because of the tension. I HATE seeing her in so much pain, and I HATE that she is so goddamn grateful for every little thing I do for her. It isn't that I don't like that she is grateful to me, but that it's like she never expects someone to actually help her with ANYTHING. I'm glad to be able to be here and help her when she feels so badly. But then I start thinking about the time when I leave home and who is going to take care of her. Did I mention my dad was asleep when I took her to the hospital? No? Oopps, my bad. I know he tries to help, but he needs a little lesson in compassion. Compasssion is not bossing people around to do what you think they should so. Compassion is staying awake with someone while they are in pain even though you can't help, just to give them support. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to get that. Can you feel the rage? If not here is a vivid example of it.
*Strumming guitar and singing* Squirrelly wrath, squirrelly wrath you're all gonna die nothing you can do about it. Squirrelly wrath, squirrelly wrath.

Well I'll have you posted on my mom's health and my rage a little later. :)