terrible timing

well boys and girls, my gandpa went to the hospital at about 10:30-11 o clock last night. it’s 12:10 right now, so it’s officialy last night. all i heard was by dad telling my grandpa “we’re taking you to the hospital”

ah fuck

turns out my grandpa went to the bathroom, and came out telling my dad that he had blood in his stool. gross yes, amazingly so, but still a massive red flag for us, after all the medical shit he’s had in the last 4 months. so i made a mad dash out to the garage/car area, and switched vehicles around so our van was closest to the door. after that i got my coat and backpack (containing the rest of my homework i have yet to do) and was stopped by my mom telling me that i couldnt come. i reminded her that this is alot like the last time i saw my grandma alive….she still didnt let me come. told me i should stay home and sleep. like hell i’ll sleep. i really dont like the man. he’s a pain in my ass. but he’s my grandfather. he’s 87 years old, and has a hell of alot more stories to tell.

odly enough, this seems to go freakishly well with my last post about the shit hitting the fan.

im zoning out really bad right now.

i’ll keep y’all posted. when i know, you’ll know.

till things are brighter. nick.