I don't want to watch Grey's Anatomy or Scrubs. Don't bother putting me in front of the television for an episode of House. Whenever I hear any kind of beeping noise, I automatically assume I am back in that hospital. I will forever be careful with how I live for I do not wish to be placed in one myself.
Where to begin.
My grandfather, like I have said previously, is in the hospital due to foot (and leg I'm assuming) problems. Tuesday (I think, the whole week feels like one large day) my mother delivered the sad news that my grandfather would have to have his leg amputated. My mother was crying, I couldn't cry right then and there and I felt like a monster for it. I simply embraced her and went in my room. I don't think the fact hit me right then and there when she told me, because once I went in my room, closed what I was doing on the computer, turned off the monitor, and laid in the darkness, I cried.
We went to the hospital the day after. I didn't sleep that night. I couldn't. We went there around 8am I think. He was supposed to go into surgery at 12pm or 3pm if the noon time didn't work out. He went into surgery at 6pm.
They drugged him too much. Well, that's how I feel. He wasn't himself. I didn't like seeing him talk and talk and not be able to understand him. He didn't let me embrace him. Actually, I think in all my life I've only hugged my grandfather once. I don't think he is used to hugging/showing any emotion towards anyone who is not his offspring, and, I assume, any brother or sister or aunt, mother, father, et cetera. I'm surprised I haven't gotten used to the idea.
Thankfully they only cut below the knee. That way he can still bend his leg when he gets a prosthetic. They said he had two ulcers in his stomach as well.
The anesthesia was wearing off after the surgery. Because he is older, he reacted not so great to it. They said he was thrashing about, trying to take off the blankets that were on him, unaware of what was going on around him. I didn't see him. Neither did my sister or cousin. We left at 10pm. My mother, sister, and I slept over my grandmother's to keep her company. It took a while to sleep. I think I got a good 6 hours of sleep though.
Went back to the hospital, he's in high spirits thankfully. My mother's aunt, which I don't know what that would make her to me, came in. She got into an argument with one of the workers, but the worker had a bad attitude, so it's okay. Heh. He's leaving the hospital tomorrow to go to rehab for a couple of days. We wanted details about it. The worker was snooty as it is and she just got snootier. And I don't feel like explaining the rest. I'm so tired.
We left about an hour or so later. Grabbed some food, came home, ate, fell asleep for I don't know how long. But long enough to prevent me from sleeping tonight apparently.
Tomorrow I'm going with my mother, sister, and a family friend to lunch. The family friend is quitting her job that my mother is also an employee at so we're doing a sort of goodbye lunch I guess you can call it. They work at a place that does payroll for movies, commercials, et cetera. It'll be nice to be out away from a hospital. Though my cousin is due for her daughter soon. /sobs
I'm exhausted. I want to draw. The red monster snuck up on me and I have the worse cramps ever so actually getting to the point of getting up to get my sketch book and trying to enter that state of mind where I actually feel inspired is difficult and doesn't seem to want to happen. So my wonderful idea of the whole sketch a day is on hold for now due to the fact that I am a lazy fat ass. =D
Now, because I am so lazy, I am going to go make pixelated people do hard work in their pixelated world. In other words, The Sims 2.