Dr. Visit

Throat was so bad this morn, I decided to go to the University Health Center. My teacher said that strep could attack the heart if it wasn't treated, and I definitely can't risk that. Luckily, my classroom that I teach on Tuesdays went on a field trip, so I had time to go this morn. Went in and they said that they only take appts. Great.
Well, they happened to have an opening. Wonderful! Just my luck!
Saw the dr. Nurse swabbed my throat (painful!) and I had to get my blood drawn. They ended up poking me twice because my veins are so small that the needle was too big and couldn't get blood out of it. Nurse had to find a tiny needle. Not the most pleasant experience.
About 20 minutes later, I got the results that I didn't have mono or strep, just a nasty cold virus. I was very relieved, but I still don't have any medication besides Zicam, throat spray, and ibprofen (over the counter stuff) to soothe my throat, and none of it stops it from hurting. Blech.

I'll be over it soon though, God willing. Just painful.

I am counting down the days until the weekend. I want to go back home. I'm tired of living in this college town. I'm just so ready to move on from this point in my life. It's dumb that everyone just wants to drink/party all the time. There are other things to do! I can't do that crap anymore (not that I really did in the first place). I have responsibilities and my grades actually matter. I'm graduating in May and getting married in June. I just don't think people around here can comprehend that.
Someday.

I'm really looking forward to The Golden Compass coming out on December 7th. Mom and I want to see it. I read the series recently and they are fantastic books! Anti-Christian, but still a good story. I, unlike many out there, can distinguish between fiction and reality and can handle a book, even if it doesn't go with my personal beliefs. I would have to cut out thousands of books if I did that.

Alright, I need to get to bed. I'm super tired.

Almost medicine time!

I wish

...I was at home with my mommy right now.

...that Ben was here at home or I was in Mississippi.

...I didn't have to worry about my portfolio or my certification test.

...that the people in the lobby would shut the hell up.

...I wasn't sick.



Just call me Debbie Downer.

I don't know what to say.

I went home early on Thursday, sick, and slept the night away fighting a fever and the chills. Friday I woke up, still feeling awful. I needed to go to class though, so I was determined. Apparently it just wasn't to be. I got a call at 7:32am from my cousin telling me that hospice had called and I needed to get home as soon as possible to see Grandad. I booked it to class to tell my professor and ran to my car to get it close to the dorm to load up my car. I ran inside and started throwing stuff in my laundry basket and I got a phone call.
He was gone.

My grandaddy. Gone.

I didn't know what to do. I just sat there in stony silence not really knowing what to say. I gathered up my stuff and took it to my car. I drove the hour home, dealing with early morning traffic with patience. As soon as I got to the nursing home I let it all out. I cried and cried to my mom and my brother. I went to see him, but I could hardly look at him. He didn't look like my grandaddy. Not the man who had made me a huge toybox. Not the man who had sat and watched Walker Texas Ranger or Kung Fu Masters with me. Not the man who had given me the important job of throwing grass seeds on the lawn. No, that wasn't my grandad.

I was still sick, and later on that night my fever came again and I had chills. My brother got me a washcloth for my head and I put on a sweatshirt and some sweats. Got a couple of blankets and tried to get warm.

Woke up Saturday feeling much better. Went to Wal-mart with Mom and started to feel weak there. Damn.
Got home, put on some pjs, and watched Ratatouille with Mom. Relaxed and took some more medicine. Mom got me some Zicam (works wonders) for my sore throat. Definitely works. Still felt weak that night.

Woke up this morning at around 6am and couldn't swallow without shaking it hurt so bad. Finally decided to just leave my mouth open and drool on the pillow so I could get some more sleep. When I woke up at 10am, Mom gave me some more medicine and set me up on her bed. I spent the day in there with her. It was nice being able to do NOTHING all day long. I feel good, despite my swollen throat.

I'm pretty nervous about tomorrow. I never do well at funerals.

It's just not fair. I have no more grandparents. No more. My mom doesn't have parents anymore. My grandma and grandad will not see me get married nor will they see my children. I wish they could have lived longer. There are so many people in this world who don't deserve to be breathing oxygen with the good people of this world. It's not my place to take away though, and I'm glad that I don't have that decision to make.

I'm not angry, just sad.

What a week.

This really hasn't been a great week. (Uh oh, here comes Debbie Downer!)

Alrighty, so Halloween was sorta fun, but not nearly as fun as last year when Ben and all of our friends were out and about. I spent 2 hours downtown in our bar basically just floating around having "nothing conversations" with people that I never hang out with. Totally lame. I met up with my friend Chris at another establishment and hung out there for awhile. He took me home later on and I just went right to sleep. I was tired and had to be in class at 8am.
Next morning, I brought in apple cider for my class and my partner brought in food. I already told her I was just bringing in cider (hello, money's short right now) and she said, "That's ALL you brought in?" Oh, I'm sorry I didn't wake up at 6am to make a breakfast casserole and doughnuts. Are you crazy? Went to work after that and just felt like crap on the way there. I cried, and the girls at work were worried because they had never seen me upset like that. It was a combo of my portfolio shit, assignments, me not feeling well, and the fact that my grandad had been put in a nursing home that day. Anyway, I started feeling REALLY sick later on and my friend Kat offered to clean the bathrooms for me so I could leave early. I think I'm going to get her a card or something to show my gratitude. I really appreciated it. I got back to my dorm and immediately put on a hoodie and sweatpants (I was FREEZING) and then realized that I had NOTHING to drink in my room. Great. I can't get back out, I could barely get out of bed! I called Chuck, and he brought me a sprite. (very nice) I fell asleep at 6pm, slept until 8pm and watched The Office. Got some phone calls, everyone wishing me well, and Paul even offered to bring me soup. (I know who my real friends are). Went to sleep later on after talking to Ben, he was just as sweet as he could be.
Today I woke up and got ready for class, still feeling weak as hell. Finished getting ready and got a phone call from my cousin at 7:30am. She said that I needed to come home because Grandad was getting bad. I rushed over to class to let my professor know I had to go home immediately, called work and let them know I couldn't be there and both were totally cool about it. On my way out of town, Mom called and told me he was gone.
I didn't get to say goodbye.
I was too late.
There wasn't anything I could have done, but I just wanted to be there.

I got off work tomorrow, luckily, so I will be traveling to Grandma and Grandad's hometown to make the funeral arrangements.

Grandma and Grandad are together again after 8 long years.
Honestly, it feels like it's been so much longer than that since I've seen her. Almost a decade has gone by. I was so close with her. Closer than any of the other grandkids.

Anyway, I've got one more errand to do today. I've got to go meet with the pastor of the church that Ben and I want to use for our wedding. Hopefully I won't get sick on the way there.

Alright, the bad stuff is here, I've just got to look for my silver lining now. It's time for the sun to come out and shine and warm me up.