FML.
RANT AND UPDATE HERE:
Warning for the F word.
FUCK MY LIFE.
FUCK IT.
So.
I told you guys my grandpa was sick. WELL. HE DIED. D:
FUCK. WAS LAST WEEK THE WORST WEEK EVER? MAYBE. ASK ME AFTER I'VE DONE ALL THE FUCKING MAKEUP WORK, CAUSE MAYBE THAT WILL BE THE WORST WEEK EVER.
*Le sigh*
It went down like this.
Saturday night I started feeling a little gross, but went underwear shopping with my friends on Sunday anyways. We had resolved to buy some sexy underwear for band trips next semester. I don't recall how, exactly. Something about making bus rides sexy and then I mentioned underwear and suddenly we were heading toward the mall. WELL. THE MALL WAS CLOSED. SO WAS TARGET. BECAUSE IT WAS EASTER WE MUST HAVE BEEN STUPID TO NOT HAVE ANTICIPATED THAT. So we went to Walmart. We met John on the way there and he hung out with us for a while, until we went to Walmart. We went to Barnes and Noble before that and I bought Moulin Rouge, the first one. (It was kind of lame, but the main character reminded me of a friend so I felt obligated to finish.)
At Walmart we bought some underwear and bras (which I kind of needed, even though I spent about 70 bucks on that kind of thing not too long ago- seems like all my old bras have gone to crap), and then we decide that, since our friend would be making our group dinner in the dorm, we would dye some eggs as well. So we got some cheap dye, a huge thing of bargain eggs, and some vinegar.
The dinner went over well. We boiled the eggs, but before we let people dye them we wrote stupid, dirty things on them. :P We're so classy.
Normally I would spend Easter with my family, but they were on vacation in Williamsburg (THIS IS IMPORTANT) without me; they were coming back Monday afternoon, but I have a lab that morning. ): Oh, well. Colonial Jamestown has been there for several hundred years, it'll last a little longer.
[/end happy times]
THEN MONDAY CAME.
I woke up with an awful stomach virus, missed my lab and all my classes, and went to Schiffert (our campus clinic) and got some stomach pills. I spent the day in my dorm room.
UNTIL MY MOM CALLED.
She had called Catawba Psychiatric Hospital about my grandpa on the way home. He had low blood pressure, low blood oxygen levels, was having trouble breathing, and maybe had a case of pneumonia. D: My mom flipped a shit on those guys for not calling to tell her, which I totally agree with. He's old and they don't have the equipment to deal with medical things like pneumonia. She called me to get me to stay with my brother while she and my dad went over to check on him. So they picked me up and I felt like crap and they went over there to maybe spend the night. They tried to get my grandpa sent to where my mom works, but Catawba had a contract with Roanoke Memorial Hospital, so that didn't work out.
Tuesday morning I woke up and was told he was doing okay. I hung out for a while doing laundry, but then my virus acted up and I had to take some pills and couldn't drive back to campus.
I got back late that night.
I woke up to my mom calling my room mate to let her in. Which was weird. Which was how I KNEW. So she comes up and doesn't even tell me he's dead; I can see it on her face.
I ate lunch/breakfast with my mom that morning, talking about our plans and things. I packed and sent some emails and we were out of there 4 hours later.
): I couldn't make up the lab I missed Monday or anything. Luckily all my professors and TAs were really kind about making things up. I turned in my lab report thing like, a week late. There were things I could have emailed but we don't have any internet where my grandma lives.
So Friday was the wake, which I was sick for. I was just going to walk in, pay my respects, and walk out, but there were SO MANY PEOPLE. Small town viewing, I guess. Then my dad introduced me to tons of people. When I finally got to the casket, it freaked me out. I'm not squeamish, but I wasn't sure whether I wanted to cry or throw up.
That night my mom told me she thought my brother was having an allergic reaction to the antibiotics he was on.
QUE SUNDAY, DAY OF FUNERAL.
Before I even wake up my mom takes my brother to the hospital in Malinton. D: He had a huge rash or something, we thought it was the allergy. They both missed the funeral before they find out it wasn't a reaction- it's just that HE PROBABLY HAS MONO. They ran a test that came back negative, but he was retested yesterday and it came back positive.
The funeral was hard. My friend Laura and her family drove up, bless them, and she sat with me in the front row, which was really nice. My dad looked like he was going to cry the whole time and my grandma had a wibbly lip. I have seldom seen my dad cry and I have NEVER seen my grandma cry. It made me a little teary eyed too, and I never cry either- mostly because I have a thyroid disorder so I don't have very moist tear ducts anyway.
I got to see my cousins at the funeral- they were my dad's second oldest brother's daughters, and my aunt- their mom. I haven't seen them in the longest time even though they only live in Roanoke. After my uncle died my aunt wrote a really awful letter and things got really awkward. I missed them a lot, so it was really good to see them. My other uncle didn't come because he's been estranged from the family for a while now. His daughter and her boyfriend couldn't come because he was defending his dissertation for his PhD in Physics, the intelligent bastard. :) I don't know how it went, but I hope he did well!
I missed a bunch of other things on campus too. We left on the 15th, which is right before the 16th. (gasp!) I go to Virginia Tech and live in that area, so it was kind of a big deal to me to be off campus for that day. I missed all the memorial stuff going on. Plus Saturday was "the Big Event," which is the day our campus does a bunch of service projects. Our motto is Ut Prosim- that I may serve, so this is a big deal too.
We're back at home now, and I still have to run back and forth to take care of my brother while he has mono. My mom watches him all day and then I watch him while she works. I don't know why my dad can't do this.
I'm working on makeup work (kind of) and still fighting off that virus. I can't believe I missed a whole damn week of school.
I haven't seen my friends in forever because of this crap and I feel like a jerk.
Blerrrr. ):
FML.
Warning for the F word.
FUCK MY LIFE.
FUCK IT.
So.
I told you guys my grandpa was sick. WELL. HE DIED. D:
FUCK. WAS LAST WEEK THE WORST WEEK EVER? MAYBE. ASK ME AFTER I'VE DONE ALL THE FUCKING MAKEUP WORK, CAUSE MAYBE THAT WILL BE THE WORST WEEK EVER.
*Le sigh*
It went down like this.
Saturday night I started feeling a little gross, but went underwear shopping with my friends on Sunday anyways. We had resolved to buy some sexy underwear for band trips next semester. I don't recall how, exactly. Something about making bus rides sexy and then I mentioned underwear and suddenly we were heading toward the mall. WELL. THE MALL WAS CLOSED. SO WAS TARGET. BECAUSE IT WAS EASTER WE MUST HAVE BEEN STUPID TO NOT HAVE ANTICIPATED THAT. So we went to Walmart. We met John on the way there and he hung out with us for a while, until we went to Walmart. We went to Barnes and Noble before that and I bought Moulin Rouge, the first one. (It was kind of lame, but the main character reminded me of a friend so I felt obligated to finish.)
At Walmart we bought some underwear and bras (which I kind of needed, even though I spent about 70 bucks on that kind of thing not too long ago- seems like all my old bras have gone to crap), and then we decide that, since our friend would be making our group dinner in the dorm, we would dye some eggs as well. So we got some cheap dye, a huge thing of bargain eggs, and some vinegar.
The dinner went over well. We boiled the eggs, but before we let people dye them we wrote stupid, dirty things on them. :P We're so classy.
Normally I would spend Easter with my family, but they were on vacation in Williamsburg (THIS IS IMPORTANT) without me; they were coming back Monday afternoon, but I have a lab that morning. ): Oh, well. Colonial Jamestown has been there for several hundred years, it'll last a little longer.
[/end happy times]
THEN MONDAY CAME.
I woke up with an awful stomach virus, missed my lab and all my classes, and went to Schiffert (our campus clinic) and got some stomach pills. I spent the day in my dorm room.
UNTIL MY MOM CALLED.
She had called Catawba Psychiatric Hospital about my grandpa on the way home. He had low blood pressure, low blood oxygen levels, was having trouble breathing, and maybe had a case of pneumonia. D: My mom flipped a shit on those guys for not calling to tell her, which I totally agree with. He's old and they don't have the equipment to deal with medical things like pneumonia. She called me to get me to stay with my brother while she and my dad went over to check on him. So they picked me up and I felt like crap and they went over there to maybe spend the night. They tried to get my grandpa sent to where my mom works, but Catawba had a contract with Roanoke Memorial Hospital, so that didn't work out.
Tuesday morning I woke up and was told he was doing okay. I hung out for a while doing laundry, but then my virus acted up and I had to take some pills and couldn't drive back to campus.
I got back late that night.
I woke up to my mom calling my room mate to let her in. Which was weird. Which was how I KNEW. So she comes up and doesn't even tell me he's dead; I can see it on her face.
I ate lunch/breakfast with my mom that morning, talking about our plans and things. I packed and sent some emails and we were out of there 4 hours later.
): I couldn't make up the lab I missed Monday or anything. Luckily all my professors and TAs were really kind about making things up. I turned in my lab report thing like, a week late. There were things I could have emailed but we don't have any internet where my grandma lives.
So Friday was the wake, which I was sick for. I was just going to walk in, pay my respects, and walk out, but there were SO MANY PEOPLE. Small town viewing, I guess. Then my dad introduced me to tons of people. When I finally got to the casket, it freaked me out. I'm not squeamish, but I wasn't sure whether I wanted to cry or throw up.
That night my mom told me she thought my brother was having an allergic reaction to the antibiotics he was on.
QUE SUNDAY, DAY OF FUNERAL.
Before I even wake up my mom takes my brother to the hospital in Malinton. D: He had a huge rash or something, we thought it was the allergy. They both missed the funeral before they find out it wasn't a reaction- it's just that HE PROBABLY HAS MONO. They ran a test that came back negative, but he was retested yesterday and it came back positive.
The funeral was hard. My friend Laura and her family drove up, bless them, and she sat with me in the front row, which was really nice. My dad looked like he was going to cry the whole time and my grandma had a wibbly lip. I have seldom seen my dad cry and I have NEVER seen my grandma cry. It made me a little teary eyed too, and I never cry either- mostly because I have a thyroid disorder so I don't have very moist tear ducts anyway.
I got to see my cousins at the funeral- they were my dad's second oldest brother's daughters, and my aunt- their mom. I haven't seen them in the longest time even though they only live in Roanoke. After my uncle died my aunt wrote a really awful letter and things got really awkward. I missed them a lot, so it was really good to see them. My other uncle didn't come because he's been estranged from the family for a while now. His daughter and her boyfriend couldn't come because he was defending his dissertation for his PhD in Physics, the intelligent bastard. :) I don't know how it went, but I hope he did well!
I missed a bunch of other things on campus too. We left on the 15th, which is right before the 16th. (gasp!) I go to Virginia Tech and live in that area, so it was kind of a big deal to me to be off campus for that day. I missed all the memorial stuff going on. Plus Saturday was "the Big Event," which is the day our campus does a bunch of service projects. Our motto is Ut Prosim- that I may serve, so this is a big deal too.
We're back at home now, and I still have to run back and forth to take care of my brother while he has mono. My mom watches him all day and then I watch him while she works. I don't know why my dad can't do this.
I'm working on makeup work (kind of) and still fighting off that virus. I can't believe I missed a whole damn week of school.
I haven't seen my friends in forever because of this crap and I feel like a jerk.
Blerrrr. ):
FML.