Not that long after my last post, I got really bad news: my Grandma was in the hospital again, and this time she almost died. (They asked what her legal situation was should that happen.) Basically, she was unresponsive. They think they overdosed her on Vicodin, which really annoys me because it says on her charts her kidneys are terrible. My Mom was sobbing when she found out, and mostly, I really wish we'd taken her to another hospital, because, seriously, people at that place are deficient and incompetent. I'm increasingly more impressed with my medical skills and I didn't actually go to med school.
After that mess, Tori called asking if I wanted to grab dinner with her and Lisa. I said yes, so she came over while I ran around getting dressed. (I spent all afternoon in my pajamas writing.) We went out for pizza.
Lisa updated me on her brother's life. He's been doing volunteer work, and then after that he's going to join up with the army again.
Lisa also took a psychology class on women, and she realized all this great feminism stuff. I'm a little sad for her because she's just only learning now how oppressed women are, but maybe this class will make her more thoughtful and critical about gender.
Tori's sister is pregnant with twins! That's really awesome. I am so happy for her. (Her sister has been trying for around seven years.) Tori went shopping with her for maternity clothes and she said that there was "slutty" maternity clothes. Learn new things all the time.
When I got home, I took a shower, and by the time I got out, my sister was back. She and I were planning on watching Eclipse because we both love Jacob. Neither of us has seen it yet and I seriously hate so much of that franchise, but Jacob is the light in this cave of darkness.
She wasn't sure we could watch it right away, because she was going to get some craft supplies with Mom. Whatever. Maybe I'll watch a horror movie or do some more writing, I thought. I'm just glad for a little break and some time with people.
So I went upstairs and did find myself working on writing again. I put on some Christmas music to get through it. (I never voluntarily listen to Christmas music! What's wrong with me? Something about this year has got me in the spirit.)
As I was writing and listening to Christmas music, my sister poked her head in my door and told me not to come down. I assume this means something was going on that they didn't want me to see. Given this time of year, it means that there is some present that they don't want me to see. I actually was thinking of going down because I was hungry, but I decided to wait a little longer, give them some time for whatever was going on.
Dan and I were texting, and he called. We spoke briefly. I was hoping maybe we could hang out over Christmas break, but he says he's going to see family and won't be around.
Finally, I went downstairs, where yes, my sister was wrapping presents. I've volunteered to do her's, even though she says she's willing to do them as well. She made them the ones she did look really nice.
My Mom, my sister and I sat down to watch Eclipse, which we've never seen. My sister and I are Team Jacob and my Mom doesn't care. We've been having trouble with our DVD player for a while now. Basically, the screen's image will just suddenly disappear and the screen will be black, but you'll still be able to hear the audio. Since the entire point of watching this movie was to admire Jacob's hott body, this was not what we wanted. I would troubleshoot it a little, eventually get the picture back, but we ended up pausing the movie around two in the morning because we were all tired.
And now I am going to go to bed. Goodnight.
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Sunday, December 19, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Priority Number One
My Mom is out of town. This of course means that my Grandma got so sick we had to put her in the hospital.
I got a call from my Mom asking that my sister and I go to see her. My sister decided that she didn't want to go because she wanted to go see her boyfriend. She took the car. On the phone, I snapped at my Mom, yelling "I already told you! I can't go!" I was about to yell more things when she hung up on me. Then I was even more angry because my Mom hung up on me.
It made me so angry to see my sister, in her usual scrubs, watching tv. That's all she does when she's at home, other than the occasional homework. She's taking what she calls an easy summer class, and she can't be bothered to see her Grandma in the hospital because she needs to see her boyfriend. Not work on her homework. Her boyfriend. Priority number one.
There are a lot of reasons this upsets me. First off, my sister has not been to see my Grandma the entire five days or so she's been in the hospital, but I've been in several times. Secondly, she decided the boyfriend was more important. And lastly, she'll probably get away with it.
Sometimes I suspect my sister is given more leeway because of this boyfriend. When we're on trips, she always gets to talk on the phone for him to hours. I don't. I don't have a long term boyfriend, and I don't usually tell my Mom about my trysts because I don't consider them her business (also, because they immediately become the gossip of everyone who comes into our house for the next six months). My sister is allowed to bring him to family events, is allowed to hang out with him instead of doing stuff like helping with my Grandma. My family holds this hetero-centric, monogamy-centric ideal so high that it allows my sister to take advantage of it. It gets me angry sometimes. Like now, when it's my Grandma's birthday, and I can't see her because my sister has the car to visit her boyfriend and I'm stranded alone at home.
After my sister left, I went outside for a little, trying to work off my anger. It didn't really work. All I could think of is how selfish she is and how nobody seems to notice and how she takes advantage of this.
When she got home, my Mom made another upset call, this time to my Dad (who had finally come home) about moving my Grandma out of the hospital. At that point, it looked like my Grandma was going to be released the next day. She was apparently going to need some help getting home and then someone was going to have to stay with her for the night. I volunteered to help with both, though a second person would be needed to help with the moving her back to her apartment. When my Dad asked her about it, she said, sitting there, in front of the tv, again, that she was going to the park the next day and wouldn't help.
"Well, I can't do it," my Dad said. "I'm working."
My sister just repeated that she wouldn't do it.
Watching her, again, in terrible clothes, watching tv after coming home from seeing her boyfriend for five hours, too lazy to take harder classes, too lazy to do something with her life other than an occupation that she doesn't really care for and that is easier than others, too lazy to contribute all week when she's been asked to do so, made my blood boil. I wanted to punch her.
"Well, than we'll take care of it," I said, meaning my Father and I. Because apparently she wouldn't. I started walking out of the room. This conversation wasn't going anywhere.
My sister said something nasty in reply, but I was so angry, I can't remember what it was.
I got a call from my Mom asking that my sister and I go to see her. My sister decided that she didn't want to go because she wanted to go see her boyfriend. She took the car. On the phone, I snapped at my Mom, yelling "I already told you! I can't go!" I was about to yell more things when she hung up on me. Then I was even more angry because my Mom hung up on me.
It made me so angry to see my sister, in her usual scrubs, watching tv. That's all she does when she's at home, other than the occasional homework. She's taking what she calls an easy summer class, and she can't be bothered to see her Grandma in the hospital because she needs to see her boyfriend. Not work on her homework. Her boyfriend. Priority number one.
There are a lot of reasons this upsets me. First off, my sister has not been to see my Grandma the entire five days or so she's been in the hospital, but I've been in several times. Secondly, she decided the boyfriend was more important. And lastly, she'll probably get away with it.
Sometimes I suspect my sister is given more leeway because of this boyfriend. When we're on trips, she always gets to talk on the phone for him to hours. I don't. I don't have a long term boyfriend, and I don't usually tell my Mom about my trysts because I don't consider them her business (also, because they immediately become the gossip of everyone who comes into our house for the next six months). My sister is allowed to bring him to family events, is allowed to hang out with him instead of doing stuff like helping with my Grandma. My family holds this hetero-centric, monogamy-centric ideal so high that it allows my sister to take advantage of it. It gets me angry sometimes. Like now, when it's my Grandma's birthday, and I can't see her because my sister has the car to visit her boyfriend and I'm stranded alone at home.
After my sister left, I went outside for a little, trying to work off my anger. It didn't really work. All I could think of is how selfish she is and how nobody seems to notice and how she takes advantage of this.
When she got home, my Mom made another upset call, this time to my Dad (who had finally come home) about moving my Grandma out of the hospital. At that point, it looked like my Grandma was going to be released the next day. She was apparently going to need some help getting home and then someone was going to have to stay with her for the night. I volunteered to help with both, though a second person would be needed to help with the moving her back to her apartment. When my Dad asked her about it, she said, sitting there, in front of the tv, again, that she was going to the park the next day and wouldn't help.
"Well, I can't do it," my Dad said. "I'm working."
My sister just repeated that she wouldn't do it.
Watching her, again, in terrible clothes, watching tv after coming home from seeing her boyfriend for five hours, too lazy to take harder classes, too lazy to do something with her life other than an occupation that she doesn't really care for and that is easier than others, too lazy to contribute all week when she's been asked to do so, made my blood boil. I wanted to punch her.
"Well, than we'll take care of it," I said, meaning my Father and I. Because apparently she wouldn't. I started walking out of the room. This conversation wasn't going anywhere.
My sister said something nasty in reply, but I was so angry, I can't remember what it was.
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