I'm so damn mad. I'm willing to help my stepfather, if I resent it or not, but tonight he made me so mad.
He lets me know he's out of one of his medications. Which one I ask. He doesn't know. He threw the bottle out. I was yelling at the cap tell. I was cursing. How the f. am I supposed to know what medication that was. He thinks I know his medications. Basically I do. He doesn't take many but I'm not a magician. I don't know what f-ing bottle he threw away. I finally told him not to throw an f-ing bottle away until he has the replacement. I said I'm willing to call a medication in but I need the Rx number. WTF?
It's the one he takes in the morning so I finally assume it's the thyroid. I'll call Walmart in the morning. I get mad at myself when I get mad but I can't take it sometimes. I stuff enough down. I also yelled why doesn't he call my POS brother in Virginia and see if he'll help. He won't do crap.