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[042] If I should die!
Man, all sorts of hurt feelings and bad happenings all up on the internet, lately. I wish I could just do something to fix it all and make it better for everyone so everything can be like it was in fourth grade again, but all I know how to do is barrel onward like some barreling thing (a barrel?!?!) so that is what I shall continue to do. Barreling!
I have been procrastinating like a bitch on tags, which was not helped by my internet randomly cutting out for almost four hours tonight. No more excuses, though! Which is why I'm... writing a journal entry, haaaaaaa, I make the funny joke.
Mass Effect is pretty okay, I guess. Whatever.
Since I'm sure you're all totally invested in the ongoing saga of my grandmother's janky leg (humour me, would ya?): She was supposed to go back to the fourth floor today, but now it's not going to happen for at least another week. They moved her to the isolation ward, though, so at least she's got a TV to watch now. The skin breakdown doesn't look nearly as bad as it used to, though, and while they'll still probably have to debride it, surgery is looking less and less like a necessity, which is a MASSIVE relief. I totally don't blame her for fighting the doctors on it, because -- Boring Family Story Time Alert -- that sort of thing (taking skin grafts that then wouldn't heal right because she doesn't heal right) is what cost my Mémère Gouin (her mother) both of her legs and eventually her life. So. She's still on antibiotics, which I'm hoping they'll keep her on for as long as fucking possible to make sure that shit doesn't get infected, and hopefully it will all work out for the best and she'll be back on the fourth floor in a week and we go back to having our hospital movie nights.
Then there's her insane husband, who is, like, convinced he's going to die when he goes to Edmonton for dialysis next week so he's suddenly all needy and clingy and glomming on to me and my mom whenever he can. At least his being so grateful for company makes him a lot easier to get along with, so I'm not complaining, but it is at once kind of sad and funny. He is so ridiculous sometimes, he's always making plans to go move out to his acreage one day and live there full time, but I don't think he's ever made it more than a week before getting lonely and coming home.
Oh my fucking god, why can't I drive this fucking tank thing in a straight goddamn line?
Okay. Tags now. FOR REALSIES THIS TIME.
I have been procrastinating like a bitch on tags, which was not helped by my internet randomly cutting out for almost four hours tonight. No more excuses, though! Which is why I'm... writing a journal entry, haaaaaaa, I make the funny joke.
Mass Effect is pretty okay, I guess. Whatever.
Since I'm sure you're all totally invested in the ongoing saga of my grandmother's janky leg (humour me, would ya?): She was supposed to go back to the fourth floor today, but now it's not going to happen for at least another week. They moved her to the isolation ward, though, so at least she's got a TV to watch now. The skin breakdown doesn't look nearly as bad as it used to, though, and while they'll still probably have to debride it, surgery is looking less and less like a necessity, which is a MASSIVE relief. I totally don't blame her for fighting the doctors on it, because -- Boring Family Story Time Alert -- that sort of thing (taking skin grafts that then wouldn't heal right because she doesn't heal right) is what cost my Mémère Gouin (her mother) both of her legs and eventually her life. So. She's still on antibiotics, which I'm hoping they'll keep her on for as long as fucking possible to make sure that shit doesn't get infected, and hopefully it will all work out for the best and she'll be back on the fourth floor in a week and we go back to having our hospital movie nights.
Then there's her insane husband, who is, like, convinced he's going to die when he goes to Edmonton for dialysis next week so he's suddenly all needy and clingy and glomming on to me and my mom whenever he can. At least his being so grateful for company makes him a lot easier to get along with, so I'm not complaining, but it is at once kind of sad and funny. He is so ridiculous sometimes, he's always making plans to go move out to his acreage one day and live there full time, but I don't think he's ever made it more than a week before getting lonely and coming home.
Okay. Tags now. FOR REALSIES THIS TIME.
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I'm gonna kick your internet provider in the FACE. I hope things go well with your grandma. ♥
UGH, I FEEL LIKE I HAVEN'T FOR REAL TALKED TO YOU IN FOREVER, WHICH IS MY FAULT, BECAUSE SEE ABOVE RE: FULL TIME CRAZY, WE NEED TO FIX THIS. SEE, THAT'S A GOOD THING, ME INVITING SOCIAL ACTIVITY = MUST BE FEELING PRETTY OKAY!
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And my entry was nothing of great import, mostly b'aww nobody loves me and me stabbing my job in the face. Typical Tuesday.