Weaponized incompetence is having to be on top of ordering my husband's damn mood stabilizer so he doesn't run out before they can be refilled.
(and now I'm about to order refills on my dad's prescriptions, but he has no idea how to check emails or text or do a web search or look up the phone n hunger for and make a phone call to a pharmacy or handle any level of technology more advanced than a typewriter, so he gets more leeway)
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