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neighbor trouble
I have a these neighbors in my apartment building, let's call them C and P, who are really chapping my ass.
C is a Vietnam Vet with two types of cancer and ten kinds of crazy. His wife, P has frontal lobe dementia - it's similar to Alzheimer's but with the added plus of making her walk like Karloff's Mummy and causing incontinence.
I'm always around (I work at home) so I help them carry groceries up the stairs and such, no big. But lately their health has turned south and I'm their go-to guy for first aid. P recently fell down and broke her foot, so I'm always getting the call to help her up and down the stairs.
She weighs at least 180 and has no mobility at all, so I'm literally hauling her around...and I can smell her diaper.
I like to be the good guy, and C keeps me in good supply of great weed (from his Hell's Angels buddies) but I'm tired of it already.
They simply have no one else and are flat broke, so they can't afford hospice care. It's tough enough being a stay-at-home dad with a full-time writing job, but this added burden is breaking me down.
I kind of wish that thier diseases would just do them in.
Now...am I terrible for thinking that?
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"Little, vicious minds abound with anger and revenge, and are incapable of feeling the pleasure of forgiving their enemies."
Earl of Chesterfield
"A man that studieth revenge keeps his own wounds green, which otherwise would heal and do well."
Francis Bacon
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