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Jan. 6th, 2004 12:01 amI've been not with the posting much recently. This is mostly because I've had nothing very much to say that wasn't whinging / being depressed / existential angst / other general fun and games. And not even INTERESTING whinging.
My gran's ill in hospital. Dying. Slowly and painfully. New Year's Day we took her in to casulty. And were there with her on a trolly til two in the morning. And since then, they've been bullying her, abandoning her without her breathing aparatus, not providing her with any food she can actually eat, telling her she's mallingering, telling her she'd be better off dead... So someone has to be with her the whole time, cos we don't trust the hospital to give her the medication she needs and stuff. Bloody NHS. It's not usually this bad, but... I think there's actually been something in the press recently about how old people are taking up more hospital beds than they ought to and the hospital's got a quota to meet or something. Because they keep trying to either send her home in a right state or kill her off. I'm only exagerating a very little bit.
Which means I've spent hours in the hospital, and hours more babysitting my brother, sister and autistic-spectrum cousin. And not getting my uni work done.
And it's depressing me like hell. In a actually, what is the point of all of this? kind of a way.
So. Not much posting. Because none of you need to know any of that really.
And Rosie's gone back to Carlisle.
So. Yeah. You know the saying if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all? I'll post again... probably when I'm back at college, and when I'm in a slightly better mood.
My gran's ill in hospital. Dying. Slowly and painfully. New Year's Day we took her in to casulty. And were there with her on a trolly til two in the morning. And since then, they've been bullying her, abandoning her without her breathing aparatus, not providing her with any food she can actually eat, telling her she's mallingering, telling her she'd be better off dead... So someone has to be with her the whole time, cos we don't trust the hospital to give her the medication she needs and stuff. Bloody NHS. It's not usually this bad, but... I think there's actually been something in the press recently about how old people are taking up more hospital beds than they ought to and the hospital's got a quota to meet or something. Because they keep trying to either send her home in a right state or kill her off. I'm only exagerating a very little bit.
Which means I've spent hours in the hospital, and hours more babysitting my brother, sister and autistic-spectrum cousin. And not getting my uni work done.
And it's depressing me like hell. In a actually, what is the point of all of this? kind of a way.
So. Not much posting. Because none of you need to know any of that really.
And Rosie's gone back to Carlisle.
So. Yeah. You know the saying if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all? I'll post again... probably when I'm back at college, and when I'm in a slightly better mood.