Ranting
I have had a shitty month. In more than many ways. Care to hear it? No? Too bad for you.
You know already about my granny, but now her memory is getting just bloody worse and worse. She doesn't have Alzheimer but it just hurts so much how she...she just says how she can go home tomorrow even if she can't.
Now my grandpa is in the hospital too. He fell and broke his hip. It's probable that he'll heal and walk again if there aren't any complications, but I am afraid still. My other grandparents died in hospital and they were there for a long time. I just hope that grandpa won't. Grandma won't get away from there, I know.
My thyroxine levels are low and my doctor has transferred me to internal diseases ward (if that's the right phrase). She also said that I should go to MRI to check out my pituitary gland so that there isn't any tumors or anything like that. Chances that there is something are almost completely nonexistent, but I am still scared. Why do I always have to expect the worst? I bloody hate hospitals.
Oh, and KELA, (in english Social Insurance Institution, but literally translated National Pension Institution) has rejected my application for KELA paying my psychoteraphy. Some shit about how my treatment is hospital is still unfinished. my parents are now paying it.
And I had exams and I failed the first part of the finnish test. I got 5 points out of 18!!!
Fucking Murphy's law.
You know already about my granny, but now her memory is getting just bloody worse and worse. She doesn't have Alzheimer but it just hurts so much how she...she just says how she can go home tomorrow even if she can't.
Now my grandpa is in the hospital too. He fell and broke his hip. It's probable that he'll heal and walk again if there aren't any complications, but I am afraid still. My other grandparents died in hospital and they were there for a long time. I just hope that grandpa won't. Grandma won't get away from there, I know.
My thyroxine levels are low and my doctor has transferred me to internal diseases ward (if that's the right phrase). She also said that I should go to MRI to check out my pituitary gland so that there isn't any tumors or anything like that. Chances that there is something are almost completely nonexistent, but I am still scared. Why do I always have to expect the worst? I bloody hate hospitals.
Oh, and KELA, (in english Social Insurance Institution, but literally translated National Pension Institution) has rejected my application for KELA paying my psychoteraphy. Some shit about how my treatment is hospital is still unfinished. my parents are now paying it.
And I had exams and I failed the first part of the finnish test. I got 5 points out of 18!!!
Fucking Murphy's law.