Fuck. me. running. It has been an evening of one goddamned malfunction after another. Saying that the past 9-10 hours have "struck a nerve" would be like calling Mt. Everest "kinda large".
Apparently, while my mother was shopping for fresh perishable goods... her adrenal insufficiency struck her hard and she was nauseated and out-of-breath the entire time. So she goes about as expediently as possible with an increasingly severe disease effecting her physical energy. Lucky her, huh?
If her doctor doesn't get this "adrenal insufficiency" (which appears more and more like Addison's) straightened out by the end of May (her appmt is the 22nd), I'll gut the sunuvabitch personally and leave him out for the vultures to finish him off. No way a person should suffer for their doctor's incompetence like that.