So, yet again, I get a phone call from my Dad where he starts explaining to me almost immediately that my grandfather's sick. God dammit! How did I know that this was going to happen. The second that he said he's "been better" I knew what was coming. The one place I need to be at right now, my Dad's, I'm not allowed to go because my Mom thinks I'm "too emotional" and my Dad "vented" to the wrong person. Me. I don't care what she has to say. Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, is going to help me right now, except for being with my Dad. I knew I should've gone to see him last weekend. God dammit!
So he's having blood clots in his head, and he complained of having major headaches until my Grandmother decided to take him to the hospital. Blood clots. A six hour surgery later he has a drain out of the back of his head (I forget what it's actually called) to help him.
On top of that, my Grandmother's heart medication is running out, and she had to go to the doctor's today because her blood pressure is dangerously low.
So today, around 3 or so, if they are able to take out the drain they're going to, otherwise he has to stay at the hospital longer.
I want my Dad.
No one else, but my Daddy.
My Grandmother told my Dad that she needs him now more than she ever has before. My uncle's being a lazy ass bitch and isn't doing anything to help around the house (that comes from downloading too much porn and always smoking up in his basement) and as a result, My Grandmother begged my Dad to come by the house next monday to work on the house (The sunroof is leaking, the bathroom was never finished to make it accesible for my grandfather, etc.)
I'm miserable. I have 3 tests today.
And the one person I want to see more than anyone else in the world right now, I'm not allowed to at the moment.
How fucked up is that?
