Streams of Consciousness

Three weeks ago Mom fell and mangled herself pretty well.  Hit her head really hard, dislocated the middle finger on her right hand which broke the top bone the middle of her hand, and hit her knee hard enough that it's still bigger than it should be.  I had to watch her for two weeks to make sure that she didn't have a serious head injury or brain bleed.  The CAT scan was  fine, but they said that there was a two week window where things could still show up, so I was paranoid the whole time.  My sister, who has been a problem for years, had stopped talking to Mom at the beginning of April because Mom had been so stupid as to try to give my sister something for her birthday.  Can you tell I'm being highly sarcastic?  My sister is crazy.  She gets it from the biological father.  She thinks that Mom and I are seriously screwed up and that she's okay, which tells you something right there.  She treats her friends great, but she treats us like garbage, but that was normal for her.  

What really bothers me is that she was home when I brought Mom home from the hospital.  She doesn't work on Fridays, so she heard everything that we talked about and saw what Mom looked like when she bothered to come out of her room.  She doesn't ask what had happened, didn't ask how Mom was, nothing.  She STILL hasn't asked, even three weeks later.  She doesn't care.  My youngest sister came over the day after it happened and freaked when she saw how bruised and banged up Mom was, so I knew it wasn't just me overreacting to Mom's injuries.  She was a mess and couldn't do all that much for herself.  I was doing everything around the house, and getting and doing for Mom because she couldn't get around very well the first week.  My crazy sister is no help, all she does is stay in her room when she's not at work, and won't help around the house at all.  

As high as my irritation with my sister was, it went through the roof last Sunday.  Last Sunday was Mother's Day.  Mom and I had the day planned because my other sister had shown up the day before to give Mom her presents.  Because I'd been so busy I was lucky to get Mom much of anything, but she liked what I got her.  Good thing I can download music and burn CD's on the computer, because that I didn't have to go out to get.  I have software so that I can print my own cards too.  I decided that because of what had happened that I had to give her a not funny card besides the usual funny card.  She liked that.    We got dinner, carry outs, so we had a nice quiet day.  That's where my problem is.  It was just the two of us.  My sister lives with us and she IGNORED Mother's Day.  She didn't say anything or give Mom anything, not even a card which is unforgiveable as far as I'm concerned.  It would've been anyway, but after what had happened three weeks ago, it was even worse.  We got lucky that she only has to deal with an annoying cast on her hand for another month or so.  She gets claustrophobic, so she gets a little crazy because of it, but she's dealing with it. 

If we didn't need her money for rent, I'd kick my sister out without even thinking about it.  She obviously hates us, so she's just using us for a place to live because she doesn't have money to live anywhere else.  SInce I can't kick her out, I have to live with  crazy bitch who hates my guts for things I didn't do.  My looks remind her of the past, a past she can't get over awhiand which she blames me AND Mom for.  She's crazy, and we can't do a damn thing about it.