Well, the financial situation got resolved. Much too late for me to do anything, but I'm OK in the short term. I'm not losing sleep over the missed neurology appointment (crappy doc), but I was able to reschedule my missed interview for next week. A couple of other employers got back to me and have a couple of hoops they want me to jump through. I'll iron out my interview clothes, shave and start jumping those hoops in the morning.

I was a treated to a "Daddy know best." lecture where he rehashed his newest attack: I'm supposedly keeping my blind dying mother away, because I haven't cleaned my (already clean) house and he, in all his (conveniently found) principles, will not let her stay with me in my "dirty" house. He won't let me visit them at his place (the home I grew up in) because of "bugs." I had bed bugs about two years ago (Pain in the rear end to get rid of!) and ever since he's acted like I'm a walking biohazard, even going so far as to "warn" other family that I was going to "infest" them by being there. I always thought gaslighting was subtle? This is... this is...

At any rate, I'll scrub the floors. I'll vacuum the carpets. I'll even spring for a carpet cleaner rental. I'll make my clean house shiny for him. I shouldn't have to submit to an inspection to see my mother, but there we are. I'll play the game, because he's the gatekeeper. Once his role is finished... I'll cross that bridge when I come to it, but I'll likely be on my way out.