12/27/19 On The Road, Again?

    Everything was going super duper this holiday break, my folks even said they were going to visit for like 5 days, from the 26th through the 30th.  I thought this was the bees knees because it would save me from going down to Crystal City, which I know I don't visit enough, but all I worry about is seeing my folks and if they come to Austin, well, I am good.  But then my dad goes and throws his back out.  There was something about the lines in the washer getting messed up and the old man and his muscles went and tried to move the washer to fix whatever problem.  Well, it might have been a simple pulled/strained muscle but he was also told a couple months ago that his kidneys are working at 34% because of some of the medications he has been taking.  Because the pain is in the same general area for either problem, they decided to forego the trip to Austin and take him to the doctor.
    I want to be selfish and get mad about this, but I have to act like Mr. Understanding, which is great when I call while we are on the road and I ask my mom what did the doctor say?  All I got from my mom was crickets and then the run around answer that your father has not been home all day, guess where he went to?  The only place the old man goes voluntarily for his own amusement is the little illegal casinos.  All I can say at this point is "that's nice."
    At this point, I have to mention my mom's bit of lunacy when she talks to me.  Everything was going well on Dec 24th, we were doing some last minute shopping, no big deal, I had called to see how my dad was.  My mom put dad on the phone and he was playing sad little victim, with the I am in pain, but I want to wait until after Christmas Day, I don't want to be a burden and ruin anyone's fun.  I barely started doing the math that if he was going to the doctor on the 26th, they were probably not coming up to Austin, the next second my dad hands the phone over to my mom and I get the "chinetas" or one of those mexican words followed by "I really wish you cared enough to come and visit, we can't always go and see you.  I was attacked like I didn't care and I never come visit, when as far as 10 seconds before, I still thought they were going to come visit willingly.  I told my mom to chill I am barely processing that dad can't come, we will go down tomorrow, that is fine, we don't have anything going on.
    Boy did say he has plans for Friday night and Sweetie couldn't come, so I figured he would only be good for about a day or overnight.  It was good though, we got here about 5:30-6:00 pm and sat and talked and exchanged gifts and ate all night calmly and pretty good.  My sister is in McAllen visiting the hubby and my other brother is visiting an old friend, so it was nice and quiet with just us in the house and one of my aunts.