Oh, For Fuck's Sakes

So, I call Di to see how she's feeling. She says she's feeling a little better, but hasn't gotten out of bed. OK, no worries. We talk for a minute, and get off the phone. Half an hour later, she calls me, tells me she's got her co-worker coming to get her and take her to the doctor...because she fell out of bed and landed on her hip, and now she can't move it because it hurts. I'm not gonna be home until late tonight, due to Ray having a late PT appointment, and there's no one else can take him.

That's it. I think I finally just snapped. I can't take it anymore.