Man, life has been throwing a handful of shit my way! I don’t think I can ever remember everything that’s happened….
-My grandpa is dying. He had another major stroke. I went with my dad to visit him last week, which was the first time I have seen him in years. We had been close, but ever since he had his first major stroke, I didn’t want to see him in the state he’s in. I wanted my last memory to be a good one. Grandpa used to be a man larger than life, and to see him in the state he was in broke my heart. I don’t know how I managed to not cry while I was there. I basically sat in the nursing home listening to my dad and his siblings decide wether or not to let him die, or to hook him up to feeding tubes. He never wanted to be hooked up to life support, but they did decide to go with a feeding tube. He now has pneumonia, which is making things worse. It may sound bad, but we’ve got his funeral set. My mom has to go out and pick a suit for him to be buried in. I hate talking as if he’s already passed on, but he never wanted to live like this. He’s not living; he’s merely existing. He’s in so much pain (they have a constant morphine drip on him), and I just wish there was a way for him to pass in peace. Ugh…..
-My aunt’s house caught on fire the same week my grandpa had a stroke.
-The Clone had to go to the hospital (Dave, it’s all my fault! I don’t know how, but I think I am a jinx!)
-The electricity went out in HALF of the house. We had an electrician and the guys from the electric company working together for about 2 hours this morning trying to get everything back up. It turns out that there are two cables from the meter going into the house, and one of them was bad. Pretty burnt up, apparently. So they had to replace it. Have no idea how much that is going to cost.
-Today I forgot to get my house keys before locking the doors to the house. I had to sit at my parents house with all of the food for the party and wait until Matt was off work to come and get me
-My knee REALLY hurts. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with it, but I should probably go and find my knee brace…..
-After Matt picked me up from my parents, we pull into the garage, and the garage door stops working about half way down. The whole thing just shuts down and wouldn’t come back on.
There are some more things I can’t think of at the moment. Now, depression-era Beth would literally go sit inside a closet and not come out for at least an hour. I’ve been good and haven’t done that. I have a lot of work to do, and I haven’t done it yet, but I’m trying to get my shit together.
Ugh.