Not really... and I'm changing the words of the song... poor Maroon 5! :P
Yesterday I did something I haven't done in maybe a year (if not more).
I DROVE!
I took Courage by the neck and asked him to come with me, I had a mission! Before lunch I did about an hour of driving around town (and Milan is one trafficked city, let me tell you!).
Dad was beside me, I wasn't THAT sure of myself yet, but it went better than I expected. Car did not turn off or anything, I even managed to park :P
I'm just too concerned about the idiots behind me that Honk! Honk! Honk! away if you don't sprint.
Well...still I was proud of myself.
How big of a dork am I?!?
LOL!

Today I gave dad his first Prozac dose... He's lamenting a strong headache, has since this morning. Soon to say if it's from the medicine but he does look... tired.
*LeSigh*
*fingers crossed against possible bad side effects*

Cris' dad is doing worst.
In short, in his daughter's words, he's losing it. Acts really nervous, has inexplicable behaviors... not good. And her mother is a basket case, so Cris is having a really hard time of it.
She had to get out of University earlier today to go keep company to her dad cause he was "feeling nervous" and then I didn't hear anymore from her even if we were supposed to hang out. Poor thing :(

Nothing new.
Static days.
No news from Cris' dad, as for mine... I'm quite nervous about picking up his blood tests' results tomorrow. And he's gone from being sad/depressed every once in a while to really sick with depression, I guess. The symptoms are there, and 'good' thing? I can't do s*** about it. He's pushing me away more than usual, he's isolating himself, I'll never e able to take him to a psychologist. I can't even utter the word, he'll panic and think I believe him crazy.
Sucks that antidepressants can be prescripted only by psychologists.
So I have to stay there and watch him go through this, feeling impotent about it. How can I help him? :(


Rocky (my cat) decided to be cranky with me today. He spent the last half hour meowing and when I went to pet him he bit me O_O
And can I just say I hate being a woman at this time of the month? Yes. I do.

I went out this morning, came back, and while we're eating lunch I find out my mom has been going through my drawers and looking through my stuff.
WHAT THE HELL?!?
I was feeling down on my own, so I didn't get as pissed as I should have at the moment, but Hello? Privacy? I'm tempted to wait for her to go to work tomorrow and then go through HER stuff, then comment about it to her at dinner, see how she likes that.

And I just found out she threw away some paper I had out, she thought it was junk ans just threw it away!!!



Dad is feeling sickly again. Shoulder again.
The doc comes back tomorrow, I can only cross my fingers.
This whole tension, dad's health, my parents, dad's moods... it's messing me up, sooner or later I'll need a psychologist and I don't want it!