I have not spoken to my mum in a week, avoided her at all costs
and stayed out of the house for as long as possible, I am now, however being
forced to speak to her. It’s not even that I’m still angry, or that I think she
is angry, it’s just awful circumstances, why is it always when the bad things
happen that we realise we need to stop being so pathetic and just love each
other? This is what today’s turn of events has taught us, I am sat in the
hospital as my step dad Jamie is in the middle of a heart attack. It just
doesn’t seem real, three hours ago I was at work, loving life in my McJob, and
now, sat staring at the worlds fattest doctor as Jamie is connected to wires
and tubes like a test animal, it has to be serious, I mean how often can you say
you entered a hospital five minutes ago and you are already diagnosed and being
rushed into emergency theatre. Scary times, I can’t even begin to imagine how
Jamie feels, being told you are on the border of death and to think, I was mad
at them? When it all comes down to this it’s not really worth it, is it?
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