I'm feeling quite genuinely awful today.

So, after spilling both chai and hot soup on myself, then spending a lot of time nauseous after finally making another batch, I am reclining in bed when my mother comes in. She wants to go out to lunch again. Same stupid fucking discussion about not wasting money going out to eat all the time, except this time I'm feeling worse than yesterday and refuse to go out.

Which got me snarled at that I need to pay the rent, do the cat boxes, put the dishes away...blah blah blah. I reminded her that I can't pay the rent until I figure out how much taking her cat to the vet the other day bled out of my account. She whined again that she wants to go out to lunch, so I told her to get out of my room and eat some eggs or something. This resulted in another series of snarled proclamations about how I'm not to touch anything in the kitchen that I don't have a receipt to prove I paid for, how I can't touch any of the medications that we normally take turns paying for, blah blah.

I used to feel like I got the short end of the stick because I've always had to completely take care of myself even when severely ill. However, the days of driving myself to the doctor with pneumonia were an absolute treat compared to being bitched at by an adult brat, at least I could be sick in peace... *grumble*