I do love my uncle, I really do. I remember absolutely hating him when I was young because he was never nice to me. He was less of an uncle and more of a monster with the way he'd only talk to me by growling. He'd never say hi, he'd just point out something I did wrong. He then is like my parents now.
But we're cool now. And so I do care that my uncle had heart trouble and was admitted to the hospital. Saw him both before and after "work," and I was concerned that they were keeping him in the hospital and making him wait to do tests the next day.
I should've known that this would ruin my plans for Friday: going to drop off my information at the temp agency in order to line up work, possibly as soon as Sunday night, and then celebrating my last weekend of unemployment by going to My Other Favorite Stripclub and getting my cock wanked until I cum.
But that came crashing to a halt, again thanks to My Father, when, during dinner, he told me that I need to get to the hospital at 10 because that's when my uncle will be having "surgery." OK, my uncle, nor the nurse that came in when I was visiting him, said anything about 10 (nor, for that matter, about any surgery -- it's a friggin' "test"). So now I'm at a crossroads. I wanted to pitch a fit, and I don't know how being there for my uncle just before a test is any different than me being there two times that day. But ... it's my uncle. My Father's kid brother. I really didn't have a choice.
I was in a dither the rest of the night. OK, I thought, it is 10. I need to get to the bus by 10:45. If I'm really not needed after 10, and if they're on-time (which they're usually not, I've waited around with Father for his surgeries), maybe I can still do all this? After all, I need to get this job. (And I wanted to get my cock wanked.) Over the hours, though, it just didn't feel right for me to go to the hospital and downtown. Too many moving parts. What if they run late? And I have to wake up early -- what happens if I fall asleep at the club? What happens if I'm cranky? What do I do if I can't get hard?
Further infuriating me is Grandmother. Naturally she wanted to see my uncle, but she wanted to see him immediately after dinner. That threw me off. And then my parents told her visiting hours were passed. This was after 8, and turns out they were right. But this once again felt like my parents, in particular My Fucking Father, telling Grandmother what to do. I just felt at that point that everybody was being a nag.
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The next morning I still gave myself a chance. I would dress as if I was going downtown and sticking to my plans -- porno pants, no underwear -- and if something happened at the hospital, I'd just go home. If not, time and my lack of money is telling me I need to set this job up right away. And cock-wanking, too.
I also should've known that the hospital can change things. When I got there, there was no angiogram (the test for which uncle was staying overnight for), and there certainly wasn't anything at 10. Now, there was supposed to be a stress test at around noon.
Well, this fucks up my plans, but then again, I'm kind of happy. I should be around to at least see my uncle get ready for this test, and if it has to be smack dab in the middle of what would have been my trip downtown, then I won't be going downtown. I went home and e-mailed my contact at the temp agency to cancel, got some lunch (I estimated that I was at White Castle the moment I expected to get my cock wanked), and went back to see off my uncle for the stress test.
Got more evidence cancelling was the right thing to do: The guys building the deck were done and were disposing of the old deck that afternoon. I had to be there not only to help dump the crap, but also to give those contractors the receipt for the dumpster. I wouldn't've been there if I were downtown.
And yesterday I got even more evidence. I would've started the job at 8, but Father's Day dinner ran late.
Turns out getting a new job and getting my cock wanked just was not in the cards Friday.
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