A few days ago my grandfather underwent surgery for a subdural hematoma blood clot on his brain. Apparently he hit his head in the garage between 2 weeks and a month ago and formed said clot. My mom, her sister and youngest brother are there with my grandma. I stayed up until about 4:30 a.m. waiting for news about his surgery the other night. I haven’t heard ANYTHING else since they came back with “he came out of his anaesthesia just fine.”
Needless to say, I’m concerned. The lack of information is understandable, everyone is flitting about between the house and the hospital and well, my mom isn’t exactly good at keeping me posted on things even when I am in the same country. I will probably try to call her tomorrow after I get another calling card, or I change my SIM card to one with international stuff. 7p/min to call home isn’t TOO awful. *sigh*
I want to be able to go home in September and see my grandpa alive and well telling stories and saying, “I savvy.” He’s got some great stories and a wonderful sense of humor. I hope my mom stays in Montana as long as she can for this, her family needs her right now. Springfest will have to be function without her.
I’m hoping I can get a lot done today. Homework is nothing short of evil.
And WHY is it snowing?!?!?!?!
Freakish weather. . .