synnoveaevael

It happened.

I can't have anything nice.

I was running early (yes, EARLY) for work (I was keyed up and sorta got this burst of NEED TO GO NOW energy) and I figured I'd reward myself with a bagel from the place down the street from my office.

As I'm backing out of the parking spot to leave...

BANG!

There was a fallen guardrail propped up (and, the parking lot is on a hill, so, with me backing up, and it being damn near on the ground, I had NO idea it was there) and I scraped up my bumper really nice. Dented it a bit too.

*sigh*

It's really upset me cause I feel like I can never keep a car nice. This weird and random "it could have happened to anyone" shit ALWAYS fucking happens to me with cars.

*sigh*

So. Anyrate.

Saw my grandpa last night. He was in really good spirits. He's like "they shaved my ARMS" and he showed me and I said "Grandpa, they didn't do a very good job" He goes "I KNOW!! I still see hair. What's the point?"

HAHAHAHA.

So I showed him *my* shaved arms and he's like "Yeah, you do a better job"

HAHHHA.

So, if attitude is anything, he's gonna be okay. He was saying that the "tape" (they showed him a physical therapy tape for what was going to be going on during the surgery, and what methods of healing would be taken for AFTER and whatnot) and they said that there's a 1 to 5% chance he could die.

He's like "Hey, those are pretty good odds."

So. He's in good spirits. Annoyed at the crappy hospital bed they have him in and happy we all showed up.

Trisha & Brian got there in time to come with us to the hospital. So when her brother Jason (who got there early with his girlfriend Michelle and our cousin Terry) told my grandfather that Trish was coming, he was like all ten minutes later.. "Wait.. Trishie's coming?"

Jason was like, "uhmm.. Yeah, Grandpa, that's what I said"

Grandpa says "You know how things go in one ear with me and out the other.."

HAHAHH!

So yeah. I'm hopeful.

Since my mother has NO MEANS OF COMMUNICATION, I drove over there last night after we got a phone call from the hospital changing his surgery time, so I saw my brother for a flash. He was so cute. I told him to be good. Hugged him a bit. Attemped to avoid Charlie, failed.

So. My family is most likely at the hospital, and when I say my family I mean: Trisha, Brian, Aunt Kathie, my mother, Jason, and Michelle.

I can't be there because, Heidi needed to go to Patrick's graduation.

Priorities? Fucked up much? Yeah. Welcome to my world. So instead of being AT the hospital, I have to be here because we have ONE FUCKING APPOINTMENT today.

*sigh*

SO.

Here I am.

Grandpa's surgery is at 11am. Good vibes and luvies to him. :)