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It's almost 3am, and I'm having trouble sleeping because the weekend seriously fucked with my schedule, so I don't have any other options right now than to post.
I suppose I owe you all an update about my grandma. She's still holding onto to what little life she has left in her body. She's had the flu since last week, and originally the doctors thought that she wouldn't last the night, it's turning out that she'll live long into the year 2007. Ok, not really, but it's about time that she dies. I know that makes me sound like an heartless asshole, but right now, she's miserable, throwing up constantly, losing more weight than she'll ever gain back, and she's just not living a good life right now. I mean, at 92, I hope I still have even a tad of the spunk that she can still display, but it comes down to her being ready to die. Almost everybody she's ever known has passed on, and she's ready to be reunited with them in the afterlife, and I can't say that I blame her. Living in a nursing home with 50 other people that don't even know their own names, whittling away the days until they die, doesn't sound all that much like living to me.
Speaking of dying, if I ever get to the age where I need to be in a nursing home, just take me out back and shoot me, ok? I don't want to live my last moments on this earth drooling on my bib and having the highlight of my day being the Del Monte pear cup I got at lunch. I don't even like pears. I can't handle hospitals and nursing homes because they make my skin crawl. I think it's because both places reak of impending death, and if I can, I stay miles away from them. On the rare occasions that I must go into one them, I get a weird feeling in my stomach and have to go outside often just to release all the bad energy into the atmosphere.
Hey, I'm human.
I suppose I owe you all an update about my grandma. She's still holding onto to what little life she has left in her body. She's had the flu since last week, and originally the doctors thought that she wouldn't last the night, it's turning out that she'll live long into the year 2007. Ok, not really, but it's about time that she dies. I know that makes me sound like an heartless asshole, but right now, she's miserable, throwing up constantly, losing more weight than she'll ever gain back, and she's just not living a good life right now. I mean, at 92, I hope I still have even a tad of the spunk that she can still display, but it comes down to her being ready to die. Almost everybody she's ever known has passed on, and she's ready to be reunited with them in the afterlife, and I can't say that I blame her. Living in a nursing home with 50 other people that don't even know their own names, whittling away the days until they die, doesn't sound all that much like living to me.
Speaking of dying, if I ever get to the age where I need to be in a nursing home, just take me out back and shoot me, ok? I don't want to live my last moments on this earth drooling on my bib and having the highlight of my day being the Del Monte pear cup I got at lunch. I don't even like pears. I can't handle hospitals and nursing homes because they make my skin crawl. I think it's because both places reak of impending death, and if I can, I stay miles away from them. On the rare occasions that I must go into one them, I get a weird feeling in my stomach and have to go outside often just to release all the bad energy into the atmosphere.
Hey, I'm human.