I don't know if I even want to focus...
So spring break was awesome. I went to Florida with Nick and some of his friends and their girlfriends. We had our own room in a sweet ass condo on the Atlantic coast. Walking into the living room meant looking out at a breath-taking view of the ocean. It was so warm and relaxing. It was nice not to worry about crap for a whole week. Now I'm back in cold Michigan and I have to get my butt in gear.
So I came back to our fridge that was unplugged. Um... we didn't leave it like that. Someone unplugged it. My bet is on our RA/suite-mate that hates us... well, we hate her too. She's crazy and a bitch, so it wouldn't surprise me. It doesn't really stink, so I don't think there's mold damage. That would be good since I'm borrowing it from Howie. Of course, all my food was ruined and I'm off board. I emailed the RD and we'll be meeting within the next couple of days to "discuss the situation."
Ugh, I have a lot of work to do. I wonder if I am painfully late on my RDA stuff for the experiment... hmm... I'll get it done.
My grandpa Mettler is going to the hospital tomorrow to get ready for his surgery on Tuesday. I'm really worried about it. He has Parkinson's Disease and it's been pretty bad for some time. He's had it for years and he's been really great about trying to be active and keeping it from progressing as fast as it could. It's getting so bad that he can't be as active anymore. I've sort of gotten used to seeing him move and shake all the time, but it's hard to see him struggle to eat and to just sit and talk. He had to give up fishing this last year because it got too hard and that was his favorite thing to do. It's an experimental surgery on his brain. I don't know all the details. I guess if surgery has no complications, it should either help him or not do anything bad or good. He's in his early eighties, so they were worried about doing the surgery on him, but he doesn't have any other problems besides Parkinson's. He's probably the greatest man I've ever known. He really does care about everyone and he's always volunteered his time whenever he could. He taught me how to fish, he told me silly stories about bugs named Fertie the Fly and Bozo the Bug that lived under the pillow, he sang silly old songs I've never heard anyone utter, he taught me how to play Scotch Bridge, and he taught me how to make the fudge he created as a kid. He'll probably be ok. I hope the surgery helps. I don't think I'm ready for him to not be ok. So if you actually read through all this and you're someone that prays, could you add him to your prayers? He'd appreciate it... I would too.
So I came back to our fridge that was unplugged. Um... we didn't leave it like that. Someone unplugged it. My bet is on our RA/suite-mate that hates us... well, we hate her too. She's crazy and a bitch, so it wouldn't surprise me. It doesn't really stink, so I don't think there's mold damage. That would be good since I'm borrowing it from Howie. Of course, all my food was ruined and I'm off board. I emailed the RD and we'll be meeting within the next couple of days to "discuss the situation."
Ugh, I have a lot of work to do. I wonder if I am painfully late on my RDA stuff for the experiment... hmm... I'll get it done.
My grandpa Mettler is going to the hospital tomorrow to get ready for his surgery on Tuesday. I'm really worried about it. He has Parkinson's Disease and it's been pretty bad for some time. He's had it for years and he's been really great about trying to be active and keeping it from progressing as fast as it could. It's getting so bad that he can't be as active anymore. I've sort of gotten used to seeing him move and shake all the time, but it's hard to see him struggle to eat and to just sit and talk. He had to give up fishing this last year because it got too hard and that was his favorite thing to do. It's an experimental surgery on his brain. I don't know all the details. I guess if surgery has no complications, it should either help him or not do anything bad or good. He's in his early eighties, so they were worried about doing the surgery on him, but he doesn't have any other problems besides Parkinson's. He's probably the greatest man I've ever known. He really does care about everyone and he's always volunteered his time whenever he could. He taught me how to fish, he told me silly stories about bugs named Fertie the Fly and Bozo the Bug that lived under the pillow, he sang silly old songs I've never heard anyone utter, he taught me how to play Scotch Bridge, and he taught me how to make the fudge he created as a kid. He'll probably be ok. I hope the surgery helps. I don't think I'm ready for him to not be ok. So if you actually read through all this and you're someone that prays, could you add him to your prayers? He'd appreciate it... I would too.