my Christmas sucks so far
Hello. Its the beginning of the holidays for our school thank God.
We werent able to take out third and fourth period EOC's because of inclimate weather. Whatever. the only time i actually want to do to school, we dont. so i have to tediously study biology for the next two weeks. on top of that, my grandfather is in the hospital again. it was kinda weird because he hasnt been eating and all of the sudden, this morning, my mom came in and was like, "Grandpe's in the hospital again, do you want to go?" It was pretty early so i said no because he goes to the hospital alot merely because my grandma freaks out. but then she says, "He's dying." Okay, so i went.
mom told me that grandma had told her that he was dying but she tends to overreact so i didnt think much of it. unfortunately, she wasnt overreacting this time. literally this is going to be his last Christmas, and i'm hoping he'll be able to make it to that.
it was really bad, going in there and seeing him all frail and weak. i havent really cried over him having cancer yet and just seeing him sent me into tears. my sister and i went into the dayroom to calm down, but we came back in to listen to what the doctors had to say.
the first doctor, the one that Bree and I actually listened to, was really negative and said, pretty much that he didnt have alot of time left and made it sound like he wasnt going to make it through the day. anyway, Bree and I got hysterical so we went back into the dayroom. it was really sad because Bree had to find the nurse's room so she could heat up some water for Grandma's coffee and she was just about crying. one of the nurses led us to the dayroom and heated up the water for us.
anyway, it was an exhaustingly crappy day. luckily, the second doctor told us that basically what was wrong with Pupup was that he was malnourished and he wasnt going to die right away like the first one said.
my grandparents are in the midst of moving so we have to pack up the rest of their stuff by thursday which is going to take a while.
that was sad too, my grandparetns house have been like my own home to me. i grew up there as well. now its all bare and empty and every time i walk into a room, i can see myself a year or more ago, happy with my grandparents (happy) doing whatever, which usually included doing something fun with my grandma while Pupup complained (half-heartedly).
i keep thinking what it was like a year ago, when everything was going so well.
heh...you never do realize the good time i suppose. its hard to think that in a year i'll probably think of today as a good time.
We werent able to take out third and fourth period EOC's because of inclimate weather. Whatever. the only time i actually want to do to school, we dont. so i have to tediously study biology for the next two weeks. on top of that, my grandfather is in the hospital again. it was kinda weird because he hasnt been eating and all of the sudden, this morning, my mom came in and was like, "Grandpe's in the hospital again, do you want to go?" It was pretty early so i said no because he goes to the hospital alot merely because my grandma freaks out. but then she says, "He's dying." Okay, so i went.
mom told me that grandma had told her that he was dying but she tends to overreact so i didnt think much of it. unfortunately, she wasnt overreacting this time. literally this is going to be his last Christmas, and i'm hoping he'll be able to make it to that.
it was really bad, going in there and seeing him all frail and weak. i havent really cried over him having cancer yet and just seeing him sent me into tears. my sister and i went into the dayroom to calm down, but we came back in to listen to what the doctors had to say.
the first doctor, the one that Bree and I actually listened to, was really negative and said, pretty much that he didnt have alot of time left and made it sound like he wasnt going to make it through the day. anyway, Bree and I got hysterical so we went back into the dayroom. it was really sad because Bree had to find the nurse's room so she could heat up some water for Grandma's coffee and she was just about crying. one of the nurses led us to the dayroom and heated up the water for us.
anyway, it was an exhaustingly crappy day. luckily, the second doctor told us that basically what was wrong with Pupup was that he was malnourished and he wasnt going to die right away like the first one said.
my grandparents are in the midst of moving so we have to pack up the rest of their stuff by thursday which is going to take a while.
that was sad too, my grandparetns house have been like my own home to me. i grew up there as well. now its all bare and empty and every time i walk into a room, i can see myself a year or more ago, happy with my grandparents (happy) doing whatever, which usually included doing something fun with my grandma while Pupup complained (half-heartedly).
i keep thinking what it was like a year ago, when everything was going so well.
heh...you never do realize the good time i suppose. its hard to think that in a year i'll probably think of today as a good time.