Sucks, sucks, sucks
My usual week: Monday: Home. Tuesday: off to Buenos Aires early in the morning. Wednesday: All day in BA. Thursday: Back at home around 3. Friday: Home.
All these days I have class, mind you, but I go either from home or from BA.
This week, my father's getting an angioplasty done on Friday (he had one done in September, why he needs another one is a mistery to all). The procedure is more bothersome than anything, but still. This week's changed schedules means I'll be back home on Friday, late, and that I won't be there for my father. My mom and my dad will come here for a second because I forgot my house key and I have no way to get inside home, so they'll drop the key off and I'll see them for a bit, but I HATE that I won't be there for them. My father needs support and my mother usually isn't the best at it. I'll be in class, traveling or at home, and not at the hospital with them. I might be sick of hospitals, but I still want to be there when things happen. Not being there makes me paranoid and unsettles me.
It doesn't help that today during class I started thinking of my grandmother not being here with us after living with her all my life, so that got me a bit down.
The extra day here isn't helping either. I miss my family, my home, my dogs. My baby girl misses me so much she sleeps on my bed all day. She suffers because I'm not there and it kills me every week. And this week, an extra day of her suffering.
There's a chance that I won't be able to watch SPN on Thursday night, also. My mom and dad will try and bring me the mobile internet thingy that connect to the computer, but even then that's not the fastest thing ever.
This week sucks and it ain't over yet. The only good thing about it is that I can skip a gym class a friend of mine had wrote me down for. It's all dancing and jumping up and down, which i hate. So, yeah. Silver lining.
All these days I have class, mind you, but I go either from home or from BA.
This week, my father's getting an angioplasty done on Friday (he had one done in September, why he needs another one is a mistery to all). The procedure is more bothersome than anything, but still. This week's changed schedules means I'll be back home on Friday, late, and that I won't be there for my father. My mom and my dad will come here for a second because I forgot my house key and I have no way to get inside home, so they'll drop the key off and I'll see them for a bit, but I HATE that I won't be there for them. My father needs support and my mother usually isn't the best at it. I'll be in class, traveling or at home, and not at the hospital with them. I might be sick of hospitals, but I still want to be there when things happen. Not being there makes me paranoid and unsettles me.
It doesn't help that today during class I started thinking of my grandmother not being here with us after living with her all my life, so that got me a bit down.
The extra day here isn't helping either. I miss my family, my home, my dogs. My baby girl misses me so much she sleeps on my bed all day. She suffers because I'm not there and it kills me every week. And this week, an extra day of her suffering.
There's a chance that I won't be able to watch SPN on Thursday night, also. My mom and dad will try and bring me the mobile internet thingy that connect to the computer, but even then that's not the fastest thing ever.
This week sucks and it ain't over yet. The only good thing about it is that I can skip a gym class a friend of mine had wrote me down for. It's all dancing and jumping up and down, which i hate. So, yeah. Silver lining.