Well *this* is a day that's going to be hard to beat
And not in a good way. At all.
I had, unquestionably, one of the worst days I can ever EVER recall having today.
My dad died.
Here's what happened (because I feel the need to recount):
I woke up this morning at like 7:45 or something and my older sister just about pounced on me telling me my dad was in the hospital because his breathing had gotten crappy. He'd had throat cancer for the last 2 or so years, so him being in the hospital didn't seem like such big news. She wanted to go see him today and I wasn't sure because I had work, but my mom suggested that we go see him and then I could get dropped off at work. So we did that.
We saw him around 11 and stayed a few hours and he looked like shit but I was kind of used to him looking like shit. He tended to when he was in the hospital. And he had some thing to help him breath but I was used to him being on weird machines. I could tell he wasn't doing well. There was a slight chatter about how he might not be around too much longer, but I think I, and most of the rest of the people concerned assumed "not much longer" was going to be a lot longer than it was.
We left at like 1:00 or so so I could get to work. I got it late, which wasn't a problem. And I was doing fine. Then my mom called. She told me my dad had died and advised me to come home. I kind of wanted to stay, if just to put off dealing with it. I wanted to just keep doing some mindless activity to distract myself. But I knew I'd never hear the end of it and everyone was saying "go home, go home" so I got a ride home.
The first thing my neice said when I saw her was "my mom's dad died!" as if it were interesting, sort of neat, news. She obviously doesn't get it. It's been... odd ever since, around here. Not unpleasant, in any sort of unexpected way. No yelling or anything. My sister had to take a traquilizer to calm her from being boderline psychotic (as I understand it, anyway). She seems to want to just cancel her every thing she has to do (school, work etc.) for the foreseeable future, but I want to get back to things as soon as possible. I just can't stand being home because I'm sad, I'd rather be out working or doing something. But I don't know. I don't know a lot right now.
Just so you all know, I'm doing OK, all things considered. But god fucking dammit, all things considered I could also be a whole lot fucking happier right now
I had, unquestionably, one of the worst days I can ever EVER recall having today.
My dad died.
Here's what happened (because I feel the need to recount):
I woke up this morning at like 7:45 or something and my older sister just about pounced on me telling me my dad was in the hospital because his breathing had gotten crappy. He'd had throat cancer for the last 2 or so years, so him being in the hospital didn't seem like such big news. She wanted to go see him today and I wasn't sure because I had work, but my mom suggested that we go see him and then I could get dropped off at work. So we did that.
We saw him around 11 and stayed a few hours and he looked like shit but I was kind of used to him looking like shit. He tended to when he was in the hospital. And he had some thing to help him breath but I was used to him being on weird machines. I could tell he wasn't doing well. There was a slight chatter about how he might not be around too much longer, but I think I, and most of the rest of the people concerned assumed "not much longer" was going to be a lot longer than it was.
We left at like 1:00 or so so I could get to work. I got it late, which wasn't a problem. And I was doing fine. Then my mom called. She told me my dad had died and advised me to come home. I kind of wanted to stay, if just to put off dealing with it. I wanted to just keep doing some mindless activity to distract myself. But I knew I'd never hear the end of it and everyone was saying "go home, go home" so I got a ride home.
The first thing my neice said when I saw her was "my mom's dad died!" as if it were interesting, sort of neat, news. She obviously doesn't get it. It's been... odd ever since, around here. Not unpleasant, in any sort of unexpected way. No yelling or anything. My sister had to take a traquilizer to calm her from being boderline psychotic (as I understand it, anyway). She seems to want to just cancel her every thing she has to do (school, work etc.) for the foreseeable future, but I want to get back to things as soon as possible. I just can't stand being home because I'm sad, I'd rather be out working or doing something. But I don't know. I don't know a lot right now.
Just so you all know, I'm doing OK, all things considered. But god fucking dammit, all things considered I could also be a whole lot fucking happier right now