I hate that question, "What's wrong?" because there is too much to tell.
I wish it wasn't Sunday. I am so tired because I couldn’t sleep last night. My grandma is in the hospital because she's been over-dosing some of her medication for the past 2 weeks. Her nurse freaked out because she was supposed to have 1 month worth of medication in one of her bottles but there were only two pills in it. So she called my mom and told her and my mom called the doctor and told her to get her to the hospital right away. She’s fine though. I think they are going to wait for it to get out of her system and then start her back on it again. Even though she’s fine I'm still overwhelmingly sad. I hate to see how time is affecting her. She has Alzheimer’s disease and last week she kept calling me Ann. Ann was my mom's childhood best friend and my mom said I look like her, so that’s probably why she got confused. I feel like I'm trapped because I told my mom that I'm mature enough to handle her telling me straight up what's wrong with my grandma but now I wish I hadn't. But, I can’t not know if she’s ok And all I want to do lately is go to her house to spend time with her but whenever I do I get really depressed because my mom and me get so frustrated trying to take care of her and we take our anger out on each other. I miss my grandma. She's still here physically but not mentally, and I don't think I can handle it anymore. But there’s nothing I can do.