Because my youngest step-brother Ivan (6 yrs old) was admitted to the hospital on Christmas Eve. I guess the three different medications they kept switching him to in the past 2 weeks basically just started shutting down his liver. Which made his body produce ammonia. Which made him sleep all day and shake like he had Parkinson's disease when he was awake. They took him off the meds and luckily, Christmas day he was released. Can you imagine being 6 years old and waking up Christmas morning in the hospital? I can't and it made me so upset I've been crying off and on since I found out about it.
My dad, Mary Jane, Ivan, Jared and Frasier the dog were supposed to be leaving today to come back to Rochester for about 5 days to visit since I haven't seen any of them except my dad since they moved. Well, that's not happening anymore obviously because of the above mentioned hospital stay. My dad says he'll try and come down next week but only him and the dog. As much grief as I say my family causes me I miss them and would like to see them and especially give Ivan a hug until he starts screaming to let go of him.
My brother had spent the past week with them so I didn't get to see him either for Christmas. His train was supposed to be in Rochester at 8am this morning. As of 10:30am, the train is due to be back until about 1:30pm today. I have to work at 4pm today so I guess I won't be seeing much of him today either.
Before I found out that the Bunzol's were having a mini-crisis in Illinois, I had suggested to my wonderful boyfriend that we should invite his entire family and my family over for dinner on Tuesday since in the 3 years we've been dating they have yet to ever have met each other plus, we've never had them over for dinner. What the hell was I thinking?!?
I thought I was gonna have a stress free day tomorrow since it's my day off and I was gonna see my 'rents. Now, I will be cleaning the house for people who aren't my family that I just spent the entire day with yesterday.
Right know, my mother is probably in heaven either laughing her ass off at my stupidity of inviting over 8 people for dinner when I've never cooked for more than 4 or crying for me 'cause once again I don't get to see my father when I'm supposed to 'cause something always screws it up. I'm not mad at Ivan for getting sick. He's 6 years old. Not like he planned it. But God had better makes this coming year one of ease and happiness or I swear I'm gonna burn down the city.
Holy cow, why am I still writing on here when I should be cleaning?
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