2008. Why were you so bad at the end?
A lot of my flist have been posting a master list for what they've written or drawn in 2008 as a way of wrapping up the year, and I will do that in a different post, but first I'd like to explain why I've been so quiet since the Friday before last. A fair share of you who I talk to regularily on AIM and the like already probably know what I'm about to say, but here it is again.
After the massive power outage that lasted ten days, TEN DAYS D: Power came back on Monday night, and then Tuesday morning we left for Florida. This wouldn't have been such a huge push to get down here, if my grandmother wasn't supposed to go into surgery after Christmas. This last Monday, she went into surgery to remove a two inch tumor from her lung to determine if it was benign or malignant. We were all in the hospital around 7:45 in the waiting room for the CCR and had to wait around until about 10:30 to find out if she was okay. She'd done well in the surgery itself, but the tumor had been malignant, and they'd had to remove the top part of her lung. So, now instead of coming home tomorrow or Friday, she might not be back home until Sunday. We won't even know if the cancer spread elsewhere until we're on the road on Friday to come back home.
Of all of us, my grandma took the news the worst, understandably, but she's becoming confused and scared the longer she's in the hospital. It's weird. The first night we all got to see her, she didn't seem nearly as bad as she did yesterday. Monday night, she just looked and sounded tired. Yesterday, she looked and sounded tired, was in pain, and felt nauseous, and kept forgetting things, not limited to what time of the day it was, and the fact that she couldn't move around without a nurses help.
My mom wants to stay with my grandad until next week to help him out, because he hasn't been eating or sleeping well. Even though she hasn't been able to work in three weeks, I think she should stay here to help. She'll be feeling pretty useless back at home if she doesn't. The thing is, I know my dad won't let her, and he has decent reasons for that. One being we have to drive back and my sister really shouldn't be driving for long periods of time, and the other being my dogs a momma's puppy, and freaks out when my mom leaves the house for ten minutes. I'm not sure what he'd do for five days. -.-
And that, ladies and gents, is the summarization of why December has sucked, and I would like to return it for a new, less defective one. Vacation my ass. I want school back two weeks ago.
After the massive power outage that lasted ten days, TEN DAYS D: Power came back on Monday night, and then Tuesday morning we left for Florida. This wouldn't have been such a huge push to get down here, if my grandmother wasn't supposed to go into surgery after Christmas. This last Monday, she went into surgery to remove a two inch tumor from her lung to determine if it was benign or malignant. We were all in the hospital around 7:45 in the waiting room for the CCR and had to wait around until about 10:30 to find out if she was okay. She'd done well in the surgery itself, but the tumor had been malignant, and they'd had to remove the top part of her lung. So, now instead of coming home tomorrow or Friday, she might not be back home until Sunday. We won't even know if the cancer spread elsewhere until we're on the road on Friday to come back home.
Of all of us, my grandma took the news the worst, understandably, but she's becoming confused and scared the longer she's in the hospital. It's weird. The first night we all got to see her, she didn't seem nearly as bad as she did yesterday. Monday night, she just looked and sounded tired. Yesterday, she looked and sounded tired, was in pain, and felt nauseous, and kept forgetting things, not limited to what time of the day it was, and the fact that she couldn't move around without a nurses help.
My mom wants to stay with my grandad until next week to help him out, because he hasn't been eating or sleeping well. Even though she hasn't been able to work in three weeks, I think she should stay here to help. She'll be feeling pretty useless back at home if she doesn't. The thing is, I know my dad won't let her, and he has decent reasons for that. One being we have to drive back and my sister really shouldn't be driving for long periods of time, and the other being my dogs a momma's puppy, and freaks out when my mom leaves the house for ten minutes. I'm not sure what he'd do for five days. -.-
And that, ladies and gents, is the summarization of why December has sucked, and I would like to return it for a new, less defective one. Vacation my ass. I want school back two weeks ago.