Holy crap, Batman.
Omg, okay. So Long Story Short: Aunt called at 7:30am needing me to take her to the ER. Godmom comes with, we get to her house at 8 (she lives 15-20 minutes away, and you know, we had to get dressed). We're in ER from 9-2:45. Napped between 10-12 (dude, I had like 4 hours sleep getting me through until then). Ate breakfast around 9:15 (yummy, that cafeteria food. Really.). Aunt gets a room in 8th floor (cancer area) since she's staying for a) the MRI (which, I will explain...later, probably tomorrow. Sleep is my new best friend.) and b) to manage her pain meds. Her cancer is progressive, and the doc made it absolutely clear that it can't be cured, but they're trying to take away the pain for what time she has left. Came back to the house at 4:30, took the pup out (well, godmom did since I called my mother. Oh, that's another topic for another day entirely.). Went and got my aunt some clothes to wear (unders) and her basics like toothbrush and paste. Got back there at 6, left at 6:50. Have exhausted myself. Am ready to collapse into a heap. I can't even muster the energy to eat, am that tired.
That's my day. So if anyone had MAJOR news? Better link it here cause I'll be with my aunt off/on until she goes home again.
Now I'll go try and eat. Then? Bedtime. I mean, serious. Dead to the world kind.
That's my day. So if anyone had MAJOR news? Better link it here cause I'll be with my aunt off/on until she goes home again.
Now I'll go try and eat. Then? Bedtime. I mean, serious. Dead to the world kind.