yellowdays

so last sunday my dad was admitted to the hospital i work at. he has cellulitis in his leg and foot, and his toes is practically ganggreenous. GROSS. worst part? he is sick because he has diebeties aaaaaaaannnnnnddddddd
he is a crack head. so he gets admitted to my department. FML. i held it together pretty good, but i broke down 20 mins before my shift ended and had to go home. then i took the week off. normally if i am stressed out i work A LOT. that is how i deal with stress. my mom always told me that it wasnt healthy, but i always said that there were a lot of more unhealthy things i could be doing to deal with stress..... ie: crack?!?!?!
but i feel very invaded having my stress IN my workplace. invaded and vulnerable. i dont like getting puppy dog eyes. yes that is my dad, yes he has smoked so much crack that his diebetes is trying to eat his leg. yes he is so far gone that he saw this and DID NOT quit smoking crack. yes its sad. NO I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT WITH YOU! YOU ARE JUST MY COWORKERS!
sigh. so a week off was needed. i week off that i spent going to the new predators film (FUCKING EPIC BTW), going to a punk bar to sing kareoke with some of my fave men. going to dispicable me with loki and anissa. and now i will work on a dress for a wedding i am going to next weekend.
i will get back on the workout horse tomorrow. and doing a body clense. as well as starting my artist book back up and meditating.


fml