The Thursday after Thanksgiving, we ended up T-boning a Dodge Neon that was running the red light off a freeway exit. Both cars were totaled, the other family doesn't have insurance, we only have liability, and the attornies/chiropractors are about the most crooked people that I've dealt with (--not to mention the three lazy traffic bureaus that still haven't filed the case report; Christ almighty, if I was there at the station to hear the receptionist say it was entered as a "Oh, the hit and run" on the database instead of my mother, I'd 've decked someone and landed in jail--).
Speaking of crooked, between the 24/7 sedatives replaced with horse tranq, venilator giving him ARDS, then my father taking away the amiodarone and cardene and antibiotics ("What's sepsis?" He got pneumonia, for chrissakes) in a grossly self-misinformed attempt at pulling the plug among other things, I would have to say that both my family and the accident killed him, if not the dubious 'intensive care' in downtown Phoenix.
You'd think we'd forgotten we were Protestant and that we never stopped being Buddhist, what with the string of debacles with kowtowing ("Three times for each generation!") to his emaciated husk of a corpse ("Don't you think it's just like he's sleeping?"), refusing cremation, and other whatnot which had the pastor and members of the congregation taking me aside one-on-one like I knew exactly what and why the fuck was going on.
Also this month resulted in my getting rejected from in-state and going through the DMV-ish registration process at the community college, 22 extended family members in all coming over and the general clusterfuck that resulted, on top of working full time only to sleep on a laminate floor because there's always a family or two that doesn't want to go to a hotel. There's more to it than that, but it would likely take more time and effort to condense everything into two sentences. Still, I'd assume my Christmas wasn't too bad, if there had been any effort (and existent holiday cheer) to observe it rather than dig myself out of the unsurpassed self-pity that my family's been wallowing in.