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Dec. 1st, 2001 07:48 pmMy grandmother died last night. Well, this morning. Um.. I mean, 11:30am Saturday Taiwan time, 11:30pm Friday EDT.
I don't even know what to write. So I'm jsut gonna make some points.
I hate that it's the good people in the world who are made to suffer and die, while the evil rotten assholes go about living it up.
I can't believe the hospital just stuck her back in her room after the operation to remove the tumor. No intensive care this time. And when my grandmother was screaming that she was dizzy and that she was having heart pains, the other doctors and nurses just kinda shrugged it off. What the fuck kind of backwards hospital is that??
My father is probably the most insensitive person that could have delivered the news to me. He left a message on my voice mail at 7am. On my cell phone. Actually, the entire message went thusly: "Grandma passed away last night around 11:30. Grandma passed away 11:30." That's it. Gee, thanks. Then he calls later and tells me that he might be taking my brother with him to Taiwan and he doesn't know if hell be back in time to pick me up for break. Uh... you wanna ask me if I wanna go to my grandmother's fucking funeral?!
Right now I'm trying to get shit done and contact all my professors because odds are that I won't be back for the first few days of finals. If I'm going, I'll be leaving Wednesday or Thursday.
I dunno what's going on really. I'm okay most of the time. Until someone talks to me or I have to respond. Then it's a bad scene.
I don't even know what to write. So I'm jsut gonna make some points.
I hate that it's the good people in the world who are made to suffer and die, while the evil rotten assholes go about living it up.
I can't believe the hospital just stuck her back in her room after the operation to remove the tumor. No intensive care this time. And when my grandmother was screaming that she was dizzy and that she was having heart pains, the other doctors and nurses just kinda shrugged it off. What the fuck kind of backwards hospital is that??
My father is probably the most insensitive person that could have delivered the news to me. He left a message on my voice mail at 7am. On my cell phone. Actually, the entire message went thusly: "Grandma passed away last night around 11:30. Grandma passed away 11:30." That's it. Gee, thanks. Then he calls later and tells me that he might be taking my brother with him to Taiwan and he doesn't know if hell be back in time to pick me up for break. Uh... you wanna ask me if I wanna go to my grandmother's fucking funeral?!
Right now I'm trying to get shit done and contact all my professors because odds are that I won't be back for the first few days of finals. If I'm going, I'll be leaving Wednesday or Thursday.
I dunno what's going on really. I'm okay most of the time. Until someone talks to me or I have to respond. Then it's a bad scene.
