I cannot handle the aggravation caused by requiring the Sis-U to plan care for her sick little dog Scarlett, even with me doling out the meds in separate doses, clearly labeled. I'm the only one she trusts to care for the dog, and she shows it by calling me lazy and selfish every time I need to go away to a con. By slamming doors, and generally acting like a B-I-T-C-H.
I know she's scared (and that is why she lashes out), but this is my living. And with my eyes failing and my hands turning into stiff claws, it's hard enough to do without being able to get out and hawk what little art I've been able to get done lately.
I'm going to miss you guys, and I hope to see you soon. I just need to shore up my nerves and try to get some work done. Anal-Man will be at CaliFur and AnthroCon -- stop by and see him.