Ealain

Ugh.

So I meet this guy at work. He’s really cool and I’m excited because we talk for an hour and I can tell we’ll be friends. (I don’t have many friends; this is big for me) We exchange numbers and text back and forth throughout yesterday night and today. I go by and see him at his work (we’re both baristas though he’s the boy version).

But this is the problem. I gave him the url to Ealain so that he could read my story. And I want to blog about him more (he really is really cool) but I can’t because he might come and see.

*sigh*

I’m dead tired right now so please excuse the shortness of speech and description.

SUNDAY
On Sunday I stopped off at Publix to get a sub for my lunch later on that day and a coffee to ensure wakefullness that day and headed off on my four hour drive. I stopped at every other rest stop (eg. every hour and a half): the first to potty, the second to eat lunch. And, instead of stopping off at Grammas to drop off my stuff, I drove straight past the exit and on another 30 minutes to the hospital. I knew that if I got to the house first, I wouldn’t want to leave again. Then I stayed at the hospital for a few hours and then went back to Grammas planning to rest and sleep.

While I was at the hospital, Gramma shocked me. She was really pale, had to stay completely under the covers to stay warm (it was 70-80 degrees outside so not cold), and she couldn’t keep her neck raised at all she was so weak. But she talked and talked and talked. My uncle told me later that when she talked, her oxygen was normal because she was bringing in more but when she didn’t, it went down.

They didn’t do the procedure that day because they found out that she has Congestive Heart Failure, which I later found out means that your lungs get congested/have fluid in them and your heart can’t work fast enough to keep the fluid out. That’s what lowered her oxygen. Eventually, it will kill her because in essence she will drown from the fluid in her lungs. But not yet.

Because of her age (85) and the CHF, my uncle and other aunt were really worried that she’d die during the procedure the (probably) next day.

My plans for rest were thwarted. My uncle called me and asked if I wanted to come along with him to my aunt’s (they are getting a divorce so don’t live together any more, but are still somewhat friendly for the kids) to see my cousin Alicia. Of course, I said yes.

So we drove the hour and a half there. I had fun with her and my cousin Daniel for a few hours. And then Alicia convinced her mom to let her come back with us so she could see me. On our way back, my uncle stopped off at McDonalds for some icecream. By then it was 11:30 at night; so much for rest.

In the middle of the city, we came across a flashing sign that read “CAUTION: CATTLE IN AREA”. Of course, we convinced my uncle to drive back around so we could get a picture.

Then Alicia spent the night at Gramma’s house with me and kept me up til 2am remembering old memories. Of course, I’m used to getting up early and woke up on my own at 9am. I got up, got ready, and then finally lured her out of bed with the promise of Fruit Loops cereal.

MONDAY
I took Alicia to the bookstore to pick out some books for her Christmas/birthday present. I’ve got her hooked on Nicholas Sparks so she got two of those. Then we went to the mall and I got another fairy shirt and she got some Zac Efron and Miley Cyrus keychains and a calendar (did I mention she’ll be 12 on Monday?). Then we went by McDonalds for lunch on the way to the hospital, where we stayed for about an hour.

Gramma had had the procedure that morning where they stuck something down her throat and into her stomach as that is where they thought the bleeding was coming from. It was. She had five ulcers but they had already stopped bleeding and healing on their own.

Then we went back to my uncle’s and I got Alicia into my purple dress (funny that, except for the chest area of which I have more than her, we fit into the dress pretty much the same) and I took tons of pictures (photomanip possibilities, photo processing to be done, etc.). I showed her some of Arden and Jelena’s manips and she agreed to let me send the photos to you two for possible photomaniping so you’ll be getting those soon (read: after sleep, work, and classes).

Then we went back to my uncle’s and played Daniel’s Wii (he had a very merry christmas) for a few hours (me and Alicia tag-teamed during boxing and beat the shit out of four guys before having to rest. And then we went to a New Years Eve party at my uncle’s friend’s house. They had fireworks and sparklers and I got lots of pictures of which I won’t post here because fireworks are generally all the same and I haven’t gotten around to shrinking them yet. I will be sending them to Aelyn and Shadow, though, because they might be usable for some textures or something of that nature that I don’t make. XP

We left there around 11:30 because Alicia really wanted to see some of the musical acts on before the ball dropped (she was infinitely upset she missed Miley Cyrus). I wanted to go sleep but she insisted I stay up for midnight. I did. Her first words of 2008 were screaming at her brother to stop squeeling that it was 2008. heh.

Then I walked up to Grammas as they went outside to shoot fireworks. Before I could get to sleep, she came up too (half drunk on sparkling cider; she called it kid’s wine) and asked if we could look through Grampa’s war box (a box where gramma keeps all of his war pictures/information/etc.) which Gramma had told me where she kept the day before. I agreed and we looked through everything there. We also figured out the issue of his battalion: Like Gramma told me, on his separation papers it said the 645th battalion. But on his bronze star award and on the back of a photo it said the 746th. I googled the 746th on my phone and that battalion went exactly where he did.

We ended up staying up until 2:30am. I woke up at 9am. I dragged her out of bed at 11am. After taking pictures. XP

TUESDAY
After dragging Alicia out of bed, I drove to the bookstore to meet up with Effie and her chitlins. I got her son a giftcard for christmas and we wandered the bargain section for a few hours and he ended up getting 10 books and a Mr. Potato Head Transformers toy for $25. Of course, with my employee discount helping.

Then Effie and me got lunch while her husband took the kids home. Then we went to BodyTech to get me my tattoo. They were booked til 8pm but they had another place closer to Effie’s house that could fit us in 45 minutes from then. So we headed off.

Now, let me interject here and let you know that I had planned what I wanted. I wanted to get “skyefairy” on my right hip because 1) it was small and good for my first 2) I wouldn’t regret it as much as other things because it is me and relates into a lot of my life etc. It’s not just my site. It’s me in so many ways. But the idiot guy at the first tattoo place told me that I couldn’t get it there because my pants would rub it and mess it up. So we decided for me to get it on my lower back where Effie had one of hers.

Effie said that the tattoo fit me well because it thoroughly encompassed me. That I have this shy, sweet, innocent side to me that most people see and that I have this cool side that I hide and most people never see. That the tattoo was the cool side of me coming out and that that was awesome because it’s generally hard for someone to really get to know me that well.

But when she bent over, her shirt would ride up some, and it would be easily seen. I wanted mine in a place where I could hide it. 1) It’s mine and I dont’ want people to see it if I dont’ want them to. 2) I’d prefer to not have my dad know. So I was pretty freaked out. We got in there and he was about ready to start when I backed out. Effie understood and told me that she understood and I could always say no. She’s good like that. It wasn’t the pain I was afraid of; it was the permanence and the location.

So I asked her if she would do hers first. (She was getting one of hers touched up at the same time). So I watched hers and talked to the guy at the same time. He said that the guy at the first place was an idiot and I could get it where I wanted. That I would just have to be more careful with it on my hip because my pants COULD mess it up. With my nerves calmed with that, I plopped down on the chair and talked to Effie about her son and daughter throughout. It didn’t hurt. It didn’t tickle. A few places had a little pain but only lasted a few seconds. The hardest part was keeping my hands still while talking to Effie (I’m a hand-talker).

Ignore the shadows over it; that is my phone leaning over it to take a picture. It’s on my right hip.

Then I drove Effie home and headed back to Grammas. Alicia had a friend over so I got some sleep that night since they stayed over at my uncle’s.

Josh is somewhat frustrated with me because he wasn’t there for my tattoo but I’m not really sympathetic. Now he knows how I felt. Hmph. (He thought I’d back out from getting it with Effie because of the pain. Pft. I’m good with pain; I’m not weak and he should know that).

WEDNESDAY
Tuesday night/Wednesday morning, the temperature was below freezing and way too cold for North Florida. Gramma only had one little portable heater and I bundled up with four blankets. Those kept me warm but the second I got out of bed was horrible.

Then I freaked out for an hour or so about my tattoo. The permanence was sinking in. This is going to be on me forever O_O.

I read for a few hours and then went to see Gramma; I stayed with her for three-ish hours. She was doing a lot better. Could sit up with no problems. They had her walking earlier in the day. Her color was back. But they were talking about letting her out the next day and I didn’t think that they should. It was supposed to be even colder that night and not let up for a few days and she was much warmer there. Plus my aunt couldn’t make it to see her and take care of her until Sunday and I had to leave the next day. Not to mention the fact that she couldn’t go 24 hours without oxygen.

I went back to Gramma’s and read some more then went down to my uncle’s when they got home. We stayed up til midnight with him telling us old Grampa stories and old stories about my mom.

THURSDAY
Wednesday night/Thurs morning, the temperature was somewhere between 17 and 25. I took a shower cuz I had to and then sat by the heater for 15 minutes. Got ready, got my stuff in the car, and then walked down to say goodbye to my uncle and Daniel (Alicia was at school). Then I walked up to say goodbye to my great aunt (who kept talking for 45 minutes, constantly saying “I hate to see you go”).

Then I got gas and some lunch and was on the road by 1pm. Got home right before 5pm. Slept good that night.

Finally beginning to accept my tattoo.

They let her out that night *sigh*

FRIDAY
I called Gramma this morning and she said that she was really weak. My great aunt stayed the night with her to help out which was good.

Got stuff ready for classes starting Monday. Transferred the 500ish pictures I took onto my computer. Got caught up with some sites. Typed this. And now I go to sleep. Work tomorrow

Ps. Yay for Obama in Iowa

At work today, Louise was helping this girl find a book she wanted and asked her where she was from because she had noticed her accent. She said “I’m Croatian” and I was like O_O haha.

I told her about Jelena and Nela and that Jelena lives in Zagreb and Nela in Rijeka. The Croatian Girl (also known as Kristina somethingsomething-vich) also lives in Zagreb but lived in Germany for a while.

She was suprised I knew where Croatia is (next to Italy but across the water where Yugoslavia used to be). She said most people don’t have any clue where it is and ask her what language they speak, to which she says Croatian, and to which they say “oooh, fancy, you have your own language.” Louise wanted her to say something in Croatian so she asked what. So, as proof, I had her teach me how to say “fairy.” I don’t know how to write it but it’s said veen-treen-sza.

It made me feel a little closer to Jelena and Nela too haha.

(PS. Jelena, I consciously said Yel-en-uh when speaking to her instead of Juh-lee-nuh haha)