The Last Fuckin' Thing I Need

I had two long conversations with my sister, one just tonight and one last night.  It's good to speak with my sister.  We don't talk often, but when we do, we talk for a long time.

With that said, I didn't like the news she gave me.  She's in touch with our uncle, with whom my parents stay when they're abroad.  My folks just returned from China yesterday/Sunday, and my uncle said my mother (his big sister) said that she was really complaining about her legs.  Maybe she's just complaining a lot, and even if it were serious, maybe she could just find some treatment over there.  But, remote as it is, my sister says there's a chance my parents will come home.  They planned on being gone four months, and they're coming back in one?!  Don't fucking ruin my plans like that.  Yeah, I guess I'm glad I haven't hauled out my shit from my storage unit (yet).  But I want to at some point, and now you're telling me there's a non-zero chance I won't be able to do that at all?  And that I won't have the run of the house to myself, and that I have to watch what I eat, and what I wear, and what I do?!  Gimme a fuckin' break!!!