Oddly enough, I think both.
That McDonalds sweet tea, no joke.
They are not playing around. I get goosebumps everytime I take a sip.
It's ridiculously sweet and with every sip I feel like my bodys going into shock.
Ahahahahhaa.
Yesterday afternoon my mom and bruce went away for their 1 year anniversary.
They were staying at this little bed and breakfast place somewhere in Pennsylvania.
Meanwhile, my brother was at my grandmom's and Anna and I were home alone for the past 24 hours.
Last night we went to the mall together and each bought something.
Then Jocelyn came over and we all hung out together until I passed out at one point on the sofa.
This morning we all went to church together and Anna and I had to leave 15 minutes early.
We went to get a quick lunch before I dropped her off at our grandmom's before driving to our other grandmom's. When I got ot my other grandma's we immedietly left for Exton to go meet my dad. Today she had to do some real estate up there and can't see very well because of her health currently so I had to drive us up there and back. The catch was though while she was showing houses I got to go shopping with my dad for my birthday.
I got some really cute new clothes and I had fun spending time with my dad and Tryn. Afterwards we met up with my grandmom again to get something to eat before she went to go do more showings and I went back to my dads house for a little while. When she was done I drove my grandma and I back home.
Her health has been strongly declining these past few years and she's having a surgery on Tuesday. The doctors are saying that she should make a good recovery. However, with her being a diabetic and her poor health and surgery complications before I don't think it's going to be that easy. On the way home she started talking about it and her voice broke off mid sentence while saying "If anything were to happen to me I want you to know.." What do you do when it's dark and your driving on a 60 mph interstate and on back roads and your grandmom is crying in the passenger seat because she's afraid she's going to die? What do you say? I held her hand and tried to assure her that everything was going to be okay and she'd be fine. She cried telling me that she wants to see me graduate high school and college and that all my siblings and cousins are so much younger than I am that I've been the only one that she's gotten to see all these things with and watch grow up and have fun with. I didn't really know what to say. I couldn't tell her that I didn't think she'd make it to my college graduation.
As I comforted her of how she was going to be okay I realized that the more and more I assured her, the less and less assured I was feeling. Her surgery is Tuesday, if everything goes well she should be out by Friday but be recovering over the next few weeks. If everything goes bad, but she survives, it could be a few months. A big part of me has been pushing this surgery into the back of my mind like it's not serious or a big deal, but it is, I'm just scared. If she died, especially the week before my birthday, I would never forgive myself. That would officially confirm my hate for birthdays. I'm scared.
Now that I'm reading over this, this post seems like such a drag. I'm actually in a really good mood and today was a good day. I just had a rough moment that made me think a lot as I was writing.
Ps, Jake please come home, I miss you.
Pss, Don't forget to write 'love' on your arms this week.
All You Need is Love -Across the Universe Soundtrack

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Okay, I've decided. I feel tired.











