My father/boss. That is all.
Some of you may recall my Marina Chronicles post in general work chat, where it was the day from hell. One of the biggest features of that day was a jetskii catching on fire while my father/boss was on it. (He was putting spark-plugs in it and it was vapor-locked.)
He didn't go to the doctor.
He got the last of my vicodin from my jaw surgery, and some painkillers from my uncle leftover from my uncles surgery, and considered that to be good enough.
Now he's complaining about how the weather is making his leg ache, and theorizes he broke his leg when he fell off a ladder.
Which he didn't go to the doctor for. Or even slow down working. He mentioned his leg hurt a lot, and had a prominent limp, but I think he just took some more of the not-yet-thrown-away-heavy-duty-painkillers that the family had around and left it at that. (Note: Do not endorse this. I know it isn't legal, and I'm not endorsing it, but between my jaw surgery, my uncle's recent surgery, my mother's migraines, my aunt's health problems, and my aunt's boyfriend's health problems, we had a lot of pain meds around that we no longer needed or weren't effective.)
I am so angry there are no words. 2nd degree burns and broken limbs you are supposed to go to a doctor for, dumb ass.
I actually had a broken leg, and I did walk on it, knowing I wasn't supposed to. (I also refused to do this therapy to re-strengthen my lungs after they got dislocated, which has screwed me over for life. I was a stupid kid.) So I can believe that he might have been able to walk on it.
But either way...
Some of you may recall my Marina Chronicles post in general work chat, where it was the day from hell. One of the biggest features of that day was a jetskii catching on fire while my father/boss was on it. (He was putting spark-plugs in it and it was vapor-locked.)
He didn't go to the doctor.
He got the last of my vicodin from my jaw surgery, and some painkillers from my uncle leftover from my uncles surgery, and considered that to be good enough.
Now he's complaining about how the weather is making his leg ache, and theorizes he broke his leg when he fell off a ladder.
Which he didn't go to the doctor for. Or even slow down working. He mentioned his leg hurt a lot, and had a prominent limp, but I think he just took some more of the not-yet-thrown-away-heavy-duty-painkillers that the family had around and left it at that. (Note: Do not endorse this. I know it isn't legal, and I'm not endorsing it, but between my jaw surgery, my uncle's recent surgery, my mother's migraines, my aunt's health problems, and my aunt's boyfriend's health problems, we had a lot of pain meds around that we no longer needed or weren't effective.)
I am so angry there are no words. 2nd degree burns and broken limbs you are supposed to go to a doctor for, dumb ass.
I actually had a broken leg, and I did walk on it, knowing I wasn't supposed to. (I also refused to do this therapy to re-strengthen my lungs after they got dislocated, which has screwed me over for life. I was a stupid kid.) So I can believe that he might have been able to walk on it.
But either way...


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