I have not had a good nights sleep since Friday night...
I woke up saturday morning to the news that an old coworker (old as in we worked together 6 years ago) had been in a horrible car accident and was now in the ICU at a top hospital in Boston in critical condition. I got news on saturday evening that he had passed away. He was 25.
One of my coworkers is pretty much useless.. Shes been there 2 years longer than I and she asks me on a daily basis how to do things we do every day! She's been driving me extra crazy this week for some reason.. maybe because I AF has been lurking and finally showed today...
Last night police cars swarmed my "tiny little quiet dead-end everyone gets along" street and went into my neighbor across the streets house, where an older couple live. Apperently when the wife got home at around 7:30 last night she couldnt find her husband.. until she went to go upstairs. He must have lost his balance (which he did frequently if anyone remembers me venting last summer about how my other neighbor stared at me when I ran over to ask if he was ok after he tripped on his lawn) and fell down the stairs. She was too late getting home. I watched in disbelief as the police and detectives were going in and out of the house with the medical examiner... the worst part of seeing all of this was watching the coroner take him out of the house and drop him... literally DROPPED him on the pavement. I was so p'ed off.
Today I got yelled at by one of the drs in my office for booking an appointment (that my boss asked me to book!) at 3pm for 3:30pm when she was "about to go home.." (She was scheduled to be at the office until 4:30) only for her to come back 45 mins later and apologize..
I seriously cant win this week. I feel like God or whoever is seriously testing me to see if I can handle the inevitable with my Grandfather..
and that brings me to another thing! My Grandfather has put in his trust that I (and Chris) are to live in his house when he passes for as long as we wish, rent free. All we need to pay is the property taxes, utilities and up keep. This too has made me an emotional wreck because he chose me out of 19 grandchildren to live there. He and I have always been close, but I never thought this would happen. I said it once and I'll say it a million more, if I had a choice, I would (obviously) still choose him over the house. This is a great house to raise a family. Its on a quiet street with a fenced in yard, a great school system and its half way (15 mins each) between my parents and Chris' parents.
Maybe its the hormones, but I feel like I'm drained. Between the 2 deaths, my coworker, the dr, and the news from my grandfather, its been insane lately! All I want to do is break down and bawl..
If you made it this far.. THANK YOU! I needed to vent and Chris is never around for me to vent to!