So like... my hospital bill just arrived in the mail today. I haven't seen that many digits in a number since....since...
my last hospital bill! AHHH!
but oh man I have really shaken things up for my folks. erg. The chance for rehospitalization is like 60 percent plus...
and if you don't cooperate with the docs to go to the hospital they arrest your parents for child neglect.
AH I feel like a prisoner.
And I really wanna make some money to help my mommy and daddy cover my crappy expenses. 275,899.77 US dollars to be exact.
I just wanna see them happy ;_;
And the bad part is part of me doesn't want to really recover yet. This whole thing in a twisted way has been like my security blanket to get the control that I never really had...and never will be able to fully posess - safely, that is.
I never really liked money..in fact I'm disgusted with some peoples' material obsession with earning as much of it as possible or hoarding it. But it seems like I've gotten the family into some pretty deep excrement...ehhck.
What makes it frustrating is my mom and dad still act like its a small amount to pay, but I'd much rather them pull out the old but familiar can of asian-parent-kick-ass on me. It would lessen the guilt.
On a slighly lighter note, I really like boiled potatos.