If you have a weak stomach... don't read this. It's mainly about my dad who's in the hospital...
Geeeeez, am I tired.
My dad's in the hospital. He has pulmonary hemophelia but for everyone that hasn't been to med. school... he has blood clots in his lungs. So many, in fact, that when you look at the X-rays of his lungs you can't see individual clots, you see masses of clots... I've been at the hospital every day for the past 10 days... & I hate going there... ugh. My mom gets pissed when I ask to go do other things because she worried herself a lot (which I've come to learn is the reason for her being so overprotective the past few years, hence my lack of a social life... ? Or well, I have a social life more so this year than ever but I hafta lie, sneak out & stuff like that to do most of the stuff I do). Anyway, last Monday Dad's Doc. said he would probably be able to come home within the next 2-5 days (so sometime between last Wed. & last Sat.) but he couldn't because treatment for everything wasn't working as fast as it should've & dad was improving, but also not as fast as the doctor's would've liked him to. See, they're giving him medicine through an IV that thins the blood which dissolves the clots... but it's not working fast enough so, since they have enough of an excuse to keep him in the hospital, they are. This week they said he may be able to come home sometime between now & Thursday. Okay. The question here is... will he? That's good because it means he's getting better but... I can't explain it...
If you know me, then you know I don't have a very good relationship with anyone in my family... that's why I'm so close to my friends; they're the only family I've got. My mom yells at me a lot, my brother's are so annoying & immature it should probably be illegal, my sister uses people & tried to blackmail everyone & my dad yells even more than my mom.
The clots in his lungs make it really hard for him to breathe but it wasn't to hard for him to mutter "Oh shut the hell up" any time I said anything at the hospital. If it meant coughing up a lung he'd do it just to be able to tell me to shut up one more time. When he dies, his last words will probably be "Shut the hell up, Katie. Jesus Christ, can't you do anything right?"
Some people don't think that's much to do with but you also don't know my family.
It's my opinion, & it's true, that everyone has their own story & a way of telling it & a way of understanding what they're talking about in a way that know one else comprehends it. Some of you may feel that you can relate but no one's understand my story more than me & I'll admit I won't understand anyone else's story as much as that person... but I can relate to many people. I guess... I dunno. My family takes it as a personal insult when I say I'm moving out after graduation. I don't know where I'll go, but I'm going somewhere. I'll live in a box on the street corner if it means getting away from my family.
I hate it when people say "Shut up."
I love my friends...
I really like David Work... that's a whole-nother story & probably the only happy one I have to tell right now. :)
I'm tired.
I'm sad.
I want to smile again...
My dad's in the hospital. He has pulmonary hemophelia but for everyone that hasn't been to med. school... he has blood clots in his lungs. So many, in fact, that when you look at the X-rays of his lungs you can't see individual clots, you see masses of clots... I've been at the hospital every day for the past 10 days... & I hate going there... ugh. My mom gets pissed when I ask to go do other things because she worried herself a lot (which I've come to learn is the reason for her being so overprotective the past few years, hence my lack of a social life... ? Or well, I have a social life more so this year than ever but I hafta lie, sneak out & stuff like that to do most of the stuff I do). Anyway, last Monday Dad's Doc. said he would probably be able to come home within the next 2-5 days (so sometime between last Wed. & last Sat.) but he couldn't because treatment for everything wasn't working as fast as it should've & dad was improving, but also not as fast as the doctor's would've liked him to. See, they're giving him medicine through an IV that thins the blood which dissolves the clots... but it's not working fast enough so, since they have enough of an excuse to keep him in the hospital, they are. This week they said he may be able to come home sometime between now & Thursday. Okay. The question here is... will he? That's good because it means he's getting better but... I can't explain it...
If you know me, then you know I don't have a very good relationship with anyone in my family... that's why I'm so close to my friends; they're the only family I've got. My mom yells at me a lot, my brother's are so annoying & immature it should probably be illegal, my sister uses people & tried to blackmail everyone & my dad yells even more than my mom.
The clots in his lungs make it really hard for him to breathe but it wasn't to hard for him to mutter "Oh shut the hell up" any time I said anything at the hospital. If it meant coughing up a lung he'd do it just to be able to tell me to shut up one more time. When he dies, his last words will probably be "Shut the hell up, Katie. Jesus Christ, can't you do anything right?"
Some people don't think that's much to do with but you also don't know my family.
It's my opinion, & it's true, that everyone has their own story & a way of telling it & a way of understanding what they're talking about in a way that know one else comprehends it. Some of you may feel that you can relate but no one's understand my story more than me & I'll admit I won't understand anyone else's story as much as that person... but I can relate to many people. I guess... I dunno. My family takes it as a personal insult when I say I'm moving out after graduation. I don't know where I'll go, but I'm going somewhere. I'll live in a box on the street corner if it means getting away from my family.
I hate it when people say "Shut up."
I love my friends...
I really like David Work... that's a whole-nother story & probably the only happy one I have to tell right now. :)
I'm tired.
I'm sad.
I want to smile again...