I went
to the hospital yesterday to see my Grandad. Jeeeez, I didn’t need that!
He’s lost 4 and a half stone and he’s very shaky and weak. He’s had some sort of brain virus and needs all these drips and medications etc. It was awful, I hate seeing people in my family when they’re sick, that’s why I’d put off going to see him for so long.
It was also pretty hard because I fucking despise hospitals. They’re triggering - just the sight and the smell of them takes me back and makes me want to cry. Doesn’t help the fact that at the moment, every single fucking day is a battle to stop myself from ending up there again. I’m running out of strength.
Well, aren’t I just a bag of laughs today.
