Dear Die-ary...

Today I made yet another Neopets account. That makes a total of... about 6 or 7 accounts. That was random.

It's valentines day today, and I did have plans. That was to watch at least 1 episode of my favorite cartoons. I have yet to watch today's Invader Zim episode. I'd watch it off the air NOW, but my Mom's watching... something, I don't know what. Anyway, I was dragged off to visit Nan, as she had to be taken to hospital last night due to her accident. I don't know how to describe it really, it seems so impossible for it to happen! What happened was she was on the toilet (I didn't think she could go on her own... oh well), and she slipped, and as she slipped her bone broke, tore through her foot so it jutted out, then went back in again. Blood everywhere. So I went to see her in the hospital.

"Doom doom doom" rattled through my brain when I was in the car park, as I've been in that hospital many times (but never, apart from when I was born, overnight), and so I've had great memories of being poked with needles and had pints of blood stolen from my arm. The last time I went there was last year, I think, when I had to go there for nut allergy stuff. Great visions of being stabbed with a needle, so they could deliberately see me react to the nut 'juices'. I walked down the long corridor, windows either side. I was suspended in the air. I wondered if anyone actually tried to jump through the windows. I looked at the windows, my *straightened* hair flying as I ran after my Mom in the reflection. My attention was drawn to what was outside. A large block, like flats, as they looked 'homely', and I have always thought of them as that. I was soon near to the wards. I went up in an elevator, and somehow found myself in the ward area where Nan would be. Foreign nurses around me, speaking in different accents. Some of them had questionable ethnicity (yes, I stole that saying from the Slacker game. But who cares?). I glanced over and found my Dad standing at the end of the corridor, and so went in that direction. He lead us into a room, where sickly people lay in beds. By the door was Nan. But she was not as I'd seen her 2 days ago, no, she looked better! She actually smiled for once in a long time, as she lay plastered to the well-cushioned bed. Grandad was sitting by her, and it looked like he'd been there for a very long time. We talked for some time, but there was a strange... coughing (or throwing up, I don't know) coming from another room. I described it as, "A turkey with a sore throat, who smokes several times a day, with 1 lung, and bird flu." Use your imagination, and you'll understand what it sounded like. A woman in one of the beds was crying, "NURSE!" every time a nurse came by (which was a lot of times), she pressed the assistance button several times, and after about 15 minutes, she was finally seen to. That's the NHS for you. But, back to Nan. We saw her leg, when the blanket was lifted up we saw a strange cast of some sort, with red liquid oozing out and staining the bed. I say 'red liquid' because I said it was blood but my Mom said it was... dead cells, or something. It was red, and that's what matters. Soon we had to leave, as one of the nurses with questionable ethnicity came by with a machine (it looked like one of the power boxes in my skool science lab). We said our goodbyes. But when we got out of the room, my Mom said, "My God." I enquired about her outburst, and she went on to explain that one of the rooms near Nan's room was where my other Grandad died. Horrible painful visions came back of me sitting on the end of the hospital bed playing with some small plastic dinosaurs while being watched by my deceased Grandad sprang to mind. That vision haunt me, as it is the only memory I have of him.

And a happy Valentines to you, too.