I've been up now for 21 hours. I flew home today for a couple weeks to visit friends and family. As soon as we started to descend all I could see was flat brown land for as far as the eye could see, it looked like a desert which was depressing coming from lush green England and I knew right then I wasn't ready to be here long.
My Mom and Dad were waiting for me and really excited to see me. We stopped for lunch and I asked how my Grandma was doing as she had not been feeling well this week. My mom said that she had been having stomach pains and they took her to the hospital and she had gone into surgery and had part of her colon removed and was close to going into septic shock. She waited to tell me in person cause they last time I was about to come home from being away I found out though a facebook status that my Grandpa had died and was not pleased about that. The weird part is that last night I had this awful feeling about my grandma and couldn't stop thinking about her dying. I told my SO on the way to the airport this morning and he said that I always have bad dreams like that and I shouldn't worry.
Anyway, We stopped at the hospital to see her before going home and she is in an intensive care unit. We had to put on gowns to see her. She didn't look like my Grandma, her teeth were out and it was really hard to see her. She was confused and the meds are giving her nightmares but she was able to see me and we had a short few minutes to talk. She was still really confused and sedated so we didn't stay long.
I just got home and it feels weird. Like I never ever left and the last 7 months were just a dream, I don't like it. I don't like the fact that it seems to easy to dismiss this life I've had with my SO like it isn't real. I also hate even more that he isn't here and all I want to do is cry and I hate so much seeing my gma like that. And everything that I was excited to come home for doesn't seem so exciting anymore. And I should have probably just blogged this but whatever..
My Mom and Dad were waiting for me and really excited to see me. We stopped for lunch and I asked how my Grandma was doing as she had not been feeling well this week. My mom said that she had been having stomach pains and they took her to the hospital and she had gone into surgery and had part of her colon removed and was close to going into septic shock. She waited to tell me in person cause they last time I was about to come home from being away I found out though a facebook status that my Grandpa had died and was not pleased about that. The weird part is that last night I had this awful feeling about my grandma and couldn't stop thinking about her dying. I told my SO on the way to the airport this morning and he said that I always have bad dreams like that and I shouldn't worry.
Anyway, We stopped at the hospital to see her before going home and she is in an intensive care unit. We had to put on gowns to see her. She didn't look like my Grandma, her teeth were out and it was really hard to see her. She was confused and the meds are giving her nightmares but she was able to see me and we had a short few minutes to talk. She was still really confused and sedated so we didn't stay long.
I just got home and it feels weird. Like I never ever left and the last 7 months were just a dream, I don't like it. I don't like the fact that it seems to easy to dismiss this life I've had with my SO like it isn't real. I also hate even more that he isn't here and all I want to do is cry and I hate so much seeing my gma like that. And everything that I was excited to come home for doesn't seem so exciting anymore. And I should have probably just blogged this but whatever..
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