yaar, matlab samjho na, aaj office ke meeting mein jab bola "financial projections" toh main sirf yeh soch rahi thi ki ghar ka khana kya hoga, sabko laga main serious hoon, lekin mujhe toh sirf roti ki yaad aa rahi thi. कोई समझता نہیں
so the nursing home called again about my parent falling for the third time this month — at this point it feels like a twisted game of musical chairs where the only rule is that someone has to trip every time the music stops, and meanwhile I am stuck on the sidelines trying to figure out if this is a really bad joke or if the staff are auditioning for a horror film with their chaotic choreography ...
can you believe it, finally got the letter from the old landlord saying they will take care of the damage without any hassle. the stress was unbearable before, just so much dread and worry for nothing, like wow, is this actually happening, feels surreal.