i had to leave camp this morning because my Grama wasn't feeling well. she called me saying she was really dizzy and weak and thinks she had a stroke last night. so when I got home she had me call an ambulance and they came and checked her out and decided she needed to go to the hospital. they don't think she had a stroke but they did and EKG and the results of that were concerning so they wanted to take her in to be safe. meanwhile I've been feeling gross too. haven't been able to keep any food down since yesterday morning and I've been feeling even more dizzy every day. and now I have no appetite and my head is pounding. but I'm home in my own bed and my dad came home to be able to take care of my Grama and Wally is here with me so I feel a little better. and of course my Grama called me right after I had thrown up my breakfast so the camp director was weary about letting me go home. but there was no stopping me. but I know my Grama is a trooper. she's 88 and smoked for 60+ years and is still running and sharp as a tack.
now I'm just waiting for my dad to call and let me know what going on with Grama. I hate waiting. I just want her to be ok.
now I'm just waiting for my dad to call and let me know what going on with Grama. I hate waiting. I just want her to be ok.
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Meanwhile, it sounds like it's time to throw dude in the "fuck you" pile. Oh well.
x0!