Same as on dA so if you read it there then there's no need
So Friday was GREAT. There was fun-goodness and excessive amounts of cake. Except then when I get home I find out I have to go listen to that thing where we have to listen to Sarah Ferguson talk. I REALLY hate stuff like this. So, after I hang up (my mom told me this over the phone) I start thinking that I'm going to arrange some way to not go, like feigning illness or getting hit by lightning or something. It's half an hour later that I get the call saying that my grandpa (the cool one) had to be taken to the hospital because they think he had a stroke.
So my parents don't come home until like midnight because they went there strait from work. Good news was, it wasn't a stroke! They think he's just dehydrated or something.
Bad news was, Saturday, we find out that it's not just dehydration and that he really is REALLY sick. Like, with this disease that has a 50% survival rate. Yeah, BAD. So my mom is at the hospital all day again and my dad is there half the day because he has to go to work. And my dad's truck has broken down. FUN.
SUNDAY grandpa's blood pressure is stable. So, my dad stays home to work on the truck (and sleep cuz he works nights) when we think we've got the car fixed we go on a WalMart run because we're out of soap and some other stuff and they're closest. The car is fine, UNTIL we try to leave. Then it refuses to start at all. So we walk home. Not much fun seeing as the stuff we've gotten is heavy and in plastic bags with thin handles and I didn't bother to put on socks before leaving because I thought we'd just be gone for a minute. This escapade takes more than an hour. An hour that takes away time from what I'd been trying to be doing all weekend besides ((a cranefly just hit the monitor and holyfucingcrap it scared me)) answering and sending on hysterical phone calls, reading my book for my effing book report. Try that on in this situation. Not pleasent. one cannot focus worth s**t.
So, yeah, I thought this weekend would rock, right up until Friday at about 3:30. I've already been reduced to tears once today, and Oh yeah, before I forget, I'm actually going to the hospital so I won't be at school tomorrow... today.. It's 12:15... I have to wake up in six hours... Monday whatever I can't think.
I'm amazed I wrote that much.
I just totally owned your stress levels.
 -Sybil Toraxim- · Mon Apr 06, 2009 @ 08:25am · 0 Comments |
