of scary adventures and hospitals
Yesterday I was washing the dishes after dinner while chatting with sis, parents weren't at home. Suddenly we hear something outside on the balcony so I sneak a peek through the roller shutters (which were closed) and see something which kinda looks like a HEAD. OH.MY.GOD. I start freaking out, yelling like a maniac, then grab the nearest carving knife, open the french door and slam my hands furiously on the roller shutters while screaming "I have a knife!!!". Sis runs to call dad on the phone while I close the door and move to the bathroom to take a better look (this window opens onto the balcony). There I see something on the outer window ledge: my cat Melina. It all made sense in a second: she managed to climb the roller shutters because she was locked outside and was desperate to get in. It wasn't a head I saw. It was her FUR. GODDAMNIT. I open the window to let in the poor bawling baby, carving knife still in my hand. Don't ask me how I managed to sleep last night!!!
Grandpa was hospitalized a week ago due to a sudden pleural effusion. The doctors still don't understand what's wrong with him. Two days ago it was the heart, then the lungs, then apparently nothing. We'd like to know what to expect...
The iMac my sis uses broke down again. Stupid machine. Probably buying a new one, we'll see.
Grandpa was hospitalized a week ago due to a sudden pleural effusion. The doctors still don't understand what's wrong with him. Two days ago it was the heart, then the lungs, then apparently nothing. We'd like to know what to expect...
The iMac my sis uses broke down again. Stupid machine. Probably buying a new one, we'll see.