Happy pill please...

The past week has been a bit of a drag for me. After being perenially sick since before Christmas, Mama had a mild stroke last Friday. She spent two days in the ICU, and another three in a regular room under observation. She was discharged Wednesday afternoon. I've been commuting back and forth since then. Before that, I was more or less based in Laguna for four months, from late December to late April. After this latest stint, I was able to return to the apartment yesterday afternoon.

Saturday, my cousin got sick and had to go to the hospital.

My tita, my mom's eldest sister, has leukemia. Her first child is being so mean, to put things lightly. Her second child died. Her youngest son is doing drugs. One of her twin granddaughters died. The other twin was taken from her. Her husband is perenially absent.

My uncle, my mom's youngest brother, also heart as heart problem. He had to be operated on recently.

My brother is still in Neverneverland, with no sure chance of recovery.

My mom's other brothers are both in Houston and are stuck there because of their jobs.

And my mom's dead. And I seem to have been thrust into her place as problem solver of sorts. Well, in theory, that is. I can barely deal with my own issues, no matter how trivial they are, much less my extended family's infinitely more complex and deep-rooted problems.

It seriously feels like some sick bug has hit the family. And it sucks. And it's not just the health problems. It's all sorts of shit. Talk about Murphy's Law. Thing is, in our case, bad luck doesn't seem to come in threes. More like three hundreds. It's so exhausting. I mean, it's not like I don't care. It's because I do that listening to everyone's ills weighs me down so much. Seems I've been empathizing too much and too deeply. As I told Nico earlier, I love my family and all, but sometimes being around them is a little toxic. Seems like nothing ever goes smoothly for more than a few days, sometimes hours, at a time. When you think you've gotten over one bump, another bigger one comes along. On top of the mid-sized stones along the way. I need a few days to detox. At the rate I'm going, I'm going to have a major heart attack at and die at 30.

Thus the title.

Biñan sucks.

I swear, if I wasn't attempting to be good (or at least as good as I can be before blowing my brains out), I'd steer the hell away from this place. It's unbelievably hot. The place looks like it did thirteen years ago. (The only exceptions being the Jollibee and Ministop at the corner. And that Chinese restaurant. Although they're technically part of Carmona, I think.) And now, my God, the entire village water supply has gone kaput. I am not kidding. NO WATER. Sheesh.


Add all these things up, plus the human temper factor, and it's like a gunpowder factory waiting to blow up in everyone's face. I think I'll pack up my stuff and attempt to work in the apartment. B or no B, I pay rent. I'm entitled to be there. I'll just ignore the hell out of him. I really need to save up and get my own apartment.

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