well i didn't think i'd be writing to you so soon. i wrote a few days ago about my grandparents, going to a funeral and basically my thoughts about how people seem to be oh i don't know. annoying? i don't remember. its way to early. any who, yesterday (Tuesday Jan 3rd) was hard. i mean it. when i was talking about my grandparents i meant that they are my world. my grandparents have helped me through a lot. i can go to them whenever i know my parents can't help me.. anyway. basically i went to my moms work to have lunch with her (like i have been doing since i got back home for break) and then we ran to walmart to look for something for my car. my check engine light came on so i had to go down to my dads work so he could look at my car.
normally i go to my grandparents house everyday because i am that type of grandchild who visits their grandparents everyday or at least every other day. truthfully, i was just going to go home. i didn't want to go to my grandparents house because i was there on monday. i figured i should go over however to check if i got any mail. since i use their address for my school stuff and basically everything that i have in my name, due to the fact that i lived with them for several years after moving back from oklahoma.
have you ever watched a movie where when you walk in the front door there is blood everywhere? yeah that was me. with my grandparents house you can just walk in, the dogs bark and then they ask who is there. normally if they dogs know who you are they stop barking and come greet you. however, when i walked into the house, i saw the blood and at first i thought "oh maybe grandma dropped blood from hamburger or some type of meat" then she asked "whose here?" like she normally does, and it sounded normal. so i was going to run up the stairs to give her the mail. however, that never happened. i finally realized that the dogs were in the kitchen, licking up the floor not because of hamburger meat but because my grandma was bleeding.
the house is weird. you walk into the house, you have a small hallway, with a closet, then to the right you have the room that leads to the garage, and also had the laundry room. and then to the left just as you walk in is the kitchen. and there is a pantry that is in the viewing way of the dining room that we have. then the stairs that lead upstairs and then a set that leads down to the basement.
i got to the stairs and saw my grandma. i'm seriously didn't know what went through my head at that point. i knew she wasn't passed out because she was talking to me. i tried to help her up. i seriously tired my hardest to get my grandma off the floor. but i am apparently not strong enough. i started to cry because i felt like i couldn't do anything to help her. i tried calling my moms cell phone but she was driving her bus and i didn't remember her work number, i didn't have my brothers work number or my grandpas (it would have been useless to call him, he works at MSP airport for TSA) and then i called my aunt, who didn't answer her phone so i call my uncle (her husband) because they were the closest to the house.
did you know that i have NEVER ever called 911 before? never have i ever had to call 911 before. my aunt told me to call 911, my uncle gave her the phone, and she told me that they needed to take her to the hospital. well if you know my grandma you know that she won't go. any who, my grandma told me not to call because she was afraid it would hurt my grandpa. i finally talked her into letting me call them to at least get a cop or someone to help me get her off the floor.
i called and it was weird. i'm serious. i thought 911 was suppose to answer right away?! but no, it ran at least 5 times before they answered. i'm sorry but someone could be dying and yet people don't answer. so whatever. i called, they said they were sending someone over. so i sat on the floor with my grandma, in tears telling her i was sorry because i couldn't help her. you have NO IDEA how bad i felt about that. i am suppose to be there to help my grandparents and i am the only grandchild that does so it seems.
okay, another thing about police and any emergency people. HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE TO RESPOND TO A CALL?! i'm not kidding. my grandparents live just down the road from the police station and every time i am on the main road by their house there is at least three cop cars that i pass. but no, it took them at least ten minutes to get to my grandparents house! i called 911 again because i was getting pissed. however as soon as they answered they pulled into the driveway. the officer was nice and helped me get my grandma off the floor. so i called my dad and told him that my aunt and uncle were almost there. however, i didn't tell him my grandma was off the floor. because he told me not to call 911. well i was only thinking about my grandma and how i couldn't help get her off the floor.
after the police officer left, taking information down about what happened. i helped my grandma up the stairs and then went and put the dogs outside. have you ever cleaned blood off tile floor? or at least blood that has mostly dried off the floor. water doesn't cut it. so, i had to put bleach in a bowl and put my grandma's super hot water and scrub the floor. however when i was in the middle of it my aunt and uncle got there and then i had to stop because the dogs were going insane.
my grandma is stubborn and didn't wanna go to the hospital. however they made her and i had to leave the floor. i couldn't finish cleaning it because my aunt was being stupid. i'm sorry but i didn't need people walking into the house seeing blood on the floor. so i called my cousin (who lives there and was at school) and asked him to please clean up the floor and that i'd call him when we got to the hospital. however that didn't work. he called and asked why there was blood on the floor so i told him and he cleaned it for me. at the hospital my grandma had to go in for questions and it was funny because she came back out and the nurse was like "you must be the granddaughter. good work" it made me a little bit happier.
it took FOREVER though. we waited after her questioning. my parents called me several times. telling me to keep them posted. my dad said if they keep her over night to go and get him blah blah blah. oh man it was a mess. all in all? she ended up with a broken nose. a BROKEN NOSE?! that was it. it was scary because she told me she had been on the floor for almost an hour. AN HOUR! what would have happened if i didn't go over there yesterday?! that went through my mind as well. i was scared. i'm serious. it was probably the scariest thing i have ever had to deal with ever. i've seen my grandparents in hospitals before but i have never had to deal with a ton of blood on the floor. which is why i HATE hospitals. i don't like being in them probably because i've seen my grandparents in them several times.
she's fine. i just feel bad i can't be home to help her after friday. then i feel like i can't do anything and i know it is going to be a struggle when i go back to campus now.
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so meteor showers! have you seen one? my mom and i did this morning. which is WHY i am writing right now. any who. it was hard to see, due the all the light pollution. seriously. i hate light pollution. being a photographer i want to capture EVERYTHING. so i wasn't able to capture the meteor shower this time. however, there is suppose to be at least two more this year. :D it was awesome because my mom and i saw several shooting stars go by. i am jealous that my cousin probably saw more then me. they live on a sob farm so there are no light pollution. i should have asked if i could have stayed over for the night just for that reason. i am in the mix of buying a tripod to help steady my camera next time. :)
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sorry if the first part of the blog is scatter-minded. i know some people hate that i do that type of writing. but with something like that....it is hard to remember everything in the correct order.
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