clioandeu

I think I may scream. In the past two weeks: I was confronted by uncontrollable joint pain everywhere, spent 65 of 72 hours awake at the hosiptal sitting with my grandmother, held her hand as she died, became the go-between for family arguments about her death and final wishes, asked for time off to process and was told a passive no before other people got to leave early, needed to drop out of some important classes, found out that the insurace is evil and contesting her right to money and as a result have to find at least $1000 to pay for the burial, and I still have the write the obituary and plan the memorial. On top of that, one friend nearly died in the hospital last week, and another was in the hosptial this week--the latter being across the hall from where my grandmother had died two days earlier.

Oh, and it was my birthday. Fuck this year.