What next?

Oy! What next.....

So, Grandma K, is finally home from the big ol' H. Thank goodness...... She came home a few weeks ago.

But get this!!!!!!!

Now, my Poppa is in the hospitial........

Last Thursday Dad and I were at the Grocery store to pick up some flowers for Grandma K, and Dad had to pick some things up, and I get this text message from Dad's girlfriend, that said 'Have your Dad call Papa' So I was like HOLY COW, something is wrong with Grandma K!!!! So I was looking around the store, when I was like Dad is on the other side of the store..... I have to remember what they taught us in school.... "if you ever lost, stay put"! So I went back to the flowers..... freeking out.

So, Dad called Papa, and Papa said that he wanted to go to the hospital . I was like WHAT?
So, who do we see in the parking lot? But Uncle D, so we gave him the 4-11.
Anyways, Dad and I rush, as fast as Batman to Papa and Grandma K's house......

Papa hadn't been feeling well the past couple of days, and then on Thursday, he was unsteady on his feet, and finally decided that he wanted to go to the hospital..... so being the clean man he is, he decided to shave and shower...... and when he went to dry off his feet, he either fell or blacked out.... (he was sitting down on the toilet) (Now, I havn't confirmed if he blacked out, or if he fell yet.... either or)

Once Dad and I got to Grandma K's and Papa's.... he was pale, and he did bump into the buffet table... I didn't like seeing him like that. Papa ended up calling 911. Because he was getting dizzy
So the EMS came, and they asked him all sorts of questions, and took his blook pressue.... and then they took him to the hospital......... Dad followed in his van.

On Friday they found out that Papa has a low count of white blood cells. He also has pneumonia.

On Saturday Papa was a little confused.... he is confused, he thinks he is at a wine store..... he tried to get out of bed this morning, and thought that the male nurse was the dr..... Dad went to go talk to the nurse and Papas asked dad how much did he owe him, Poppa also thinks that his car is outside and keeps asking dad to go and check on it....dad says that because of the bacteria in his blood, its making him confused, something like that but his breathing is better and grandma doesn't know that he is confused and he isn't sleeping well...... But Dad talked to his cousin, who is nurse, and says that this is normal, or something like that....

Later on Saturday Papa was still a little confused....he thought he was at his Grandfathers farm, and the nurse had to ask him three times where he was..... then when Dad and Uncle D were in their, the nurse walked in, and Pappa told her that "My sons are pains in the asses but this one (pointing to Dad) is a bigger pain in the ass." Hah. He also thought that Dad's girlfriend was L... (Poppa's brothers girlfriend) I told Dad at least he didn't call her M (My Mom) D (number 2)
An (number 3) OR A(number 4) Bwhaha. He still wanted to know where his car was, and Uncle David told him that he took it home.

Tonight Dad called, and said that Papa is much better, still confused but not as bad.

Goodness gracious... What next?

I'm in the mood to vent.......

So, here goes my venting session.....

I wish I was happy. I mean I am happy.... well some times I am, sometimes I'm not. I'm happy when I'm at work. I love my job, but when I get home... I just feel BLAH. I go into my room, and watch TV or go on the computer..... I don't think ther is anything wrong with that, but if I do it every night, I just feel blah, (I hope that doesn't sound bad, to other who do that, I didn't mean it to sound bad....)

I wish I wasn't chicken sometimes.... I wish I wasn't chicken to sometimes leave my house.... I sometimes get nervous, all depends, where I would be going, if I had the choice I would rather stay home....

I wish my Mom called me more often just to say I love you and I miss you.... because I love her and I miss her, I miss living with her, I miss living with Morgan and Grandma D .....and I love them too..... I can't say that I hate living with Dad, but I don't know what to call it. I'm alone half of the time... and the other times when he is home, I feel like I am alone, because he is working, and I am in my room.

I like using ..... alot

I hope Grandma K comes home soon.

I sometimes just feel so BLAH.

Everyone feels BLAH at some point right?

Thanks for letting me vent.........

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year! Let`s hope 2010 is a fantastic year! =)