I've had a long day, I'm sorry in advance but I'm just gonna unload real quick, ignore, nuke, whatever it's fine.
Went to my dad's 70th birthday today, which I've spent the last two weeks fretting about whether or not I was gonna go because he and my brother think covid is "no big deal" or "no worse than the flu" and are hardcore Trump supporters.
We walked into the club house at their marina, and the first thing my dad's wife's son (who's my age) says to me is "this is a mask free house." THE FUCKING SECOND I WALK IN! Well fuck me, I'm sorry I'm trying to be safe by wearing a mask seeing as how I didn't know who was gonna be there or where any of them have been.
Then later my dad asks me what happened to my head, and if I hit it on something. I told him it was skin cancer. So then he spent, no lie, a good 25 minutes telling me how I shouldn't go back to the doctor to get the surgery because he's had skin cancer on his chest since 1997 and he's been fine and that the doctors are just trying to get money out of me. To the point that I finally lost it and sort of yelled at him "DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH YOUR BODY, BUT I'M GONNA GET THE CANCER REMOVED FROM MINE!" Of course it wasn't until later when I got home and talked to my mom that she told me she talked to his doctor back in '97 after finding him behind the chicken coop sitting against a bale of hay with his handgun having a breakdown because he said he had skin cancer, that the doctor told her he misheard them and it wasn't cancerous. So yeah he's not only a fucking moron but insane.
Then on the ride home I got a message that my cousin who's been suffering from MS for the past 25 years passed away. She was 56 and I hadn't seen her since 2019 when she was in the hospital and I didn't even know how bad things had gotten, it wasn't a shock, but it still sucks. They said it was congestive heart failure.
I'm tired, emotionally drained and my head hurts. :(