First off, my grandmother had a stroke a year ago and had to come down to live with my family. She was in such denial that she didn't want to admit that she had almost died. Which she almost did, we were very worried there for a while. Wait, I should say was, she still is, and doesn't believe that she was almost and could have been dead if they hadn't gotten to her. The only reason someone even noticed it had happened was because she was supposed to go out with someone that weekend and she never showed up so being family members they called the cops worried sick. We still have no definite idea of how long she was passed out on that floor. Because of the long time period she had a lot of dead tissue, some of which went all the way down to the bone which had to be carved out and treated, along with acute dehydration. And she says she didn't almost die... there are some days I just want to smack that woman and ask her why she's in denial from something so obvious as wounds that took a whole year or so to heal. Ugh.
For you watchers, that's why I wasn't posting or telling of my life. Sorry but life doesn't seem to like me some times despite me just ignoring said apparent hatred and hoping it will move on to another target.
Now almost a year and a half later she's had a relapse Friday and had another major stroke. She's paralyzed on the left side this time and we don't know if she'll recover from it. Of course she's gone into even deeper denial and actually asked my mother where they were going to go eat dinner later the same night it happened. -_- welcome to my family. *sigh* Of course she was denied that and has been spending a few nights in the hospital with my parents there to keep her from trying to get out of the bed. She's a stubborn old bat I'll give her that, I doubt this'll kill her. Hell the first one didn't and she was worse off for that one. She thankfully remembers everything correctly, she just can't move one side.
Why haven't I been included in this second charade all that much? Well I'm off at college this time around, though last time I was at summer camp being a camp councilor (that was a lovely phone call let me tell you) but that was a while ago and I came back from camp to find that I had to move out of my bed room so that she could live in it... why am I always gone when something bad happens? Is this Life being merciful and saving me from a breakdown or something? Or is it just playing around with me again? ... I'm not going to question it more. Anyway, all I know from this recent attack is what I've been told over the phone. Dad calling me sounding like he was about to have a mental break down but hiding it was scary.
So yeah, lots of drama in my life lately ... great... again sorry for the rant but I figure this is the best way to stay sane for all of my classes till I can go back home to check on everyone.
My check list however seems to remain the same except for a few minor changes...
To do list of death:
1) read the text books of doom
2) work on 3 papers that are due soon or NOW!
3) do and finish the homework before it falls over and crushes me or eats me, there are days when I think it's sentient and plotting my imminent demise >.>
4) find an editor for the fic I'm writing (KH fans I beg you help me please)
5) finally not physically sick but starting to get sick with worry
6) sleep, eat, etc
7) get a life
8) find something to do so that I don't dwell on the recent catastrophe
...Yeah I'm screwed...
Oh and I must say thanks to a friend who got me through the weekend. Deb you have earned a spot on my list of awesome people for all eternity. She dragged me off to play video games during the weekend. Hurray distractions. She came over Friday night and played the new Prince of Persia one my PS3 cause I have it and she wanted to play it and then on Saturday I was invited to her dorm room to play Left 4 Dead. For someone who has twitch skills already and is twitchy with nerves that was a good game to chose. We killed Advanced mode without too much trouble, even though it was my first time playing. So thanks Deb I owe you big time!








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