Just when I thought August could not get any worse and I was glad it was over, September smacks me hard with something else.
It's been two nights since we had to rush my Mom to the hospital (hypertension, headache, hyperacidity. I call it the H-curse). I miss my bed for two nights straight. Looks like there'll be two more nights of this, but seeing as I can't miss work, my Dad's taking the watch until then.
She isn't the healthiest person out there, but it's still disconcerting to see her in so much pain. And I have to do what I do best: try to inject a bit of normalcy into anything. I only hope her injections lessen. They come by every 4 hours that I lost count.
Rather. I stopped losing count. Too depressing. Not my cuppatea.
Meanwhile, GAMBARIMASU! (To be honest, though, 'being an adult' is hard.)
Ja ne!!!!
