Help.
Three days till Christmas. The usual holiday cheer hasn't hit me. I don't think it will. There's been too much stress and fear that have blocked it out of my mind. I mean, I should be happy right? I have a great job. I just started dating this really amazing guy who respects me and makes me happy. Not to mention, he's the only guy that all my friends and family have actually liked for me.
But I just can't be happy about it. My grandma's in the hospital with congestive heart failure and pneumonia. Even though her body is getting better, she's having hallucinating episodes all over the place. Just today she refused to eat lunch and hasn't gone to the bathroom for over eight hours. She keeps opening her eyes and says, "Bring me my lord" and "you are like your father."
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?? I hate hospitals. They are the bane of my existence. I don't know why my family insists that I become a nurse or something because to me, hospitals are one of the most dreary places on this planet.
Sure, there's newborn babies and such. But c'mon. I think we all know that there is more suffering and pain in hospitals than there is hope. Not to mention so many needles. YUCK.
And our house is going on auction on January 3. Do you realize how close that is? If my parent's lawyers can't figure something out, then we lose our home. And we have nowhere to go.
God, this is the season for miracles. Well, my family could really use some miracles right now.
But I just can't be happy about it. My grandma's in the hospital with congestive heart failure and pneumonia. Even though her body is getting better, she's having hallucinating episodes all over the place. Just today she refused to eat lunch and hasn't gone to the bathroom for over eight hours. She keeps opening her eyes and says, "Bring me my lord" and "you are like your father."
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?? I hate hospitals. They are the bane of my existence. I don't know why my family insists that I become a nurse or something because to me, hospitals are one of the most dreary places on this planet.
Sure, there's newborn babies and such. But c'mon. I think we all know that there is more suffering and pain in hospitals than there is hope. Not to mention so many needles. YUCK.
And our house is going on auction on January 3. Do you realize how close that is? If my parent's lawyers can't figure something out, then we lose our home. And we have nowhere to go.
God, this is the season for miracles. Well, my family could really use some miracles right now.