Well, as you know if you read my previous journal, I found out my grandmother died sometime recently on Friday. On Saturday, my dad and I were rather sick, so I figured it might have been some bug going around. Sunday came around, and my dad had a high fever and his heart rate was elevated and erratic. My mom took him to the hospital Sunday evening, and the doctors said he'd had a bladder infection that had moved to his bloodstream. If my mom hadn't taken him in, he would have died. The doctor told my dad in the morning that most people don't make it 24 hours with it. But they've since taking my dad off the IV antibiotics and moved to an oral one, so I take this as a good sign.

My question: Why does crazy crap like this have to happen in bunches? Some of you I'm sure remember how my mom had TWO emergency surgeries within a month last summer.

So I'm staying home from work this week, because I'm stressed out and exhausted, due to not being able to sleep, and my mind's been all over the place. <x.x>