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I just got back from visiting Josh in the hospital. It was one of the most horrible feelings ive ever experienced. Id would take all his pain for myself if that was at all possible.
I made these candy cookies that he said he wanted and left for Temple hospital at 5. I got lost on 15 and South St so called my dad and since he has the atlas memorized, he got me there. I arrived at 6 and waited in the information desk line which took forever and a half. Then it took me 30 minutes of walking around to find where he was. I walked into this one room that was spacious but filled with beds of all these people all wrapped up and slightly moaning and it was the most depressing room ive ever seen in my life. So it turned out that he wasnt in that room, he was still being operated on. I found his parents and not 5 minutes later he was finished and moved to recovery. So his parents and i moved to a different waiting room. Waited for 30 minutes, then another 30 minutes. Then we got to see him. As luck would have it, he was in that spacious room filled with people who looked they crawled out of graves. He was in the back right and he looked so sick and sad that it was all i could do not to start crying in front of him. He couldnt really speak and he was in so much pain and he was sweating and his leg and foot were completely yellow and he had yellow patches on his face and it was soooo sad. And he was nausious from the morphine. He slightly smiled when he saw us and i held his hand but there were all these wires and tubes connected to him and it was just so depressing. So we had to leave after 10 minutes because he was too sick to have company. So we were ushered out and i didnt get a chance to tell him that we werent leaving, wed see him in a hour up in his room. So we waited an hour (the longest hour ever) before he was brought up. And he had to help move himself from the one bed to the other and he was in so much pain from struggling and he was shaking and it was terrible. It was 845 at this point. So we just kind of talked to him until 915. Then I had to say goodbye and i would have given anything to stay there all night with him. It was the saddest thing. So i followed his parents home and now its 10:00 and hes all alone in that room and i feel so bad =*(
He should be home by tomorrow night, so ill have to go visit him then. But I told him everyone was thinking of him and hopefully he understood me.
Well thats all i wanted to say for this entry. I wanted to study for bio but i doubt thats going to happen. Im going to fail this test. oh well, its just one test and theres time to make up for it. I think im going to go get some sleep then.
I made these candy cookies that he said he wanted and left for Temple hospital at 5. I got lost on 15 and South St so called my dad and since he has the atlas memorized, he got me there. I arrived at 6 and waited in the information desk line which took forever and a half. Then it took me 30 minutes of walking around to find where he was. I walked into this one room that was spacious but filled with beds of all these people all wrapped up and slightly moaning and it was the most depressing room ive ever seen in my life. So it turned out that he wasnt in that room, he was still being operated on. I found his parents and not 5 minutes later he was finished and moved to recovery. So his parents and i moved to a different waiting room. Waited for 30 minutes, then another 30 minutes. Then we got to see him. As luck would have it, he was in that spacious room filled with people who looked they crawled out of graves. He was in the back right and he looked so sick and sad that it was all i could do not to start crying in front of him. He couldnt really speak and he was in so much pain and he was sweating and his leg and foot were completely yellow and he had yellow patches on his face and it was soooo sad. And he was nausious from the morphine. He slightly smiled when he saw us and i held his hand but there were all these wires and tubes connected to him and it was just so depressing. So we had to leave after 10 minutes because he was too sick to have company. So we were ushered out and i didnt get a chance to tell him that we werent leaving, wed see him in a hour up in his room. So we waited an hour (the longest hour ever) before he was brought up. And he had to help move himself from the one bed to the other and he was in so much pain from struggling and he was shaking and it was terrible. It was 845 at this point. So we just kind of talked to him until 915. Then I had to say goodbye and i would have given anything to stay there all night with him. It was the saddest thing. So i followed his parents home and now its 10:00 and hes all alone in that room and i feel so bad =*(
He should be home by tomorrow night, so ill have to go visit him then. But I told him everyone was thinking of him and hopefully he understood me.
Well thats all i wanted to say for this entry. I wanted to study for bio but i doubt thats going to happen. Im going to fail this test. oh well, its just one test and theres time to make up for it. I think im going to go get some sleep then.