I went to visit my grandfather today coz he is being moved to St John of God in Ballarat tomorrow, which is good coz Ballarat is only 45 mins from Maryborough. Plus there he will get the same specialist as Dad had when he had the stient put in. They've got him on wharferen (sp?) which is bad at the moment coz it's an über blood thinner (like aspirin but heaps more powerful) to stop clots. It's the same drug they put in rat-bait to kill rats. Meh, they know what they're doing. A cousin of mine was there too, she is a nurse I think but a fair bit older than me. She didn't recognise me; she though I was a doctor (hehe YAY). I recognised her though. Her husband and baby was there too. He drives from Bendigo (major hole) to melbourne every day for work, that would suck. You'd need a good stereo for that in your car. We hadn't seen each other for about 10 years (I think) coz there is some angst between the two sisters (ie my mum and that aunty). I'm not sure what the whole deal is there but family isn't very family-ish in my family. At least, not outside the immediate family, if you know what I mean. That suits me coz I'm a very private person and rather selfish too.

Anyway I went and visited him and it struck me how small he actually is. I mean, he's probably 5 foot 7 or so but he looks OLD. Growing up, he scared the hell out of me coz he was a very strong (physical and mentally) man. I didn't actually talk to him properley; like a conversation till I moved away (and came back to visit). At that point he was going deaf so it got kinda hard.

Saturday me and Ty went to see 'Timeline'; for me out of curiosity. The book by Michael Crichton was ace and I was curios to see if they'd butcher it completley. They actually did a pretty good job, although it dragged a bit in places. Then we sat and had a talk about lots of stuff but nothing in particular.

I'm sitting in bed right now writing this. I want to go to sleep coz it's been a long day but the annoying neighbors are having a bbq again and they are LOUD. Even with the windows shut. BAH. I wish it was a thunderstorm like the BOM predicted so they'd go inside or get struck by lightning or something. My problem is that rather than ignoring it, I lay there and get really angry which pretty much means no sleep at all.

At least my arm doesn't hurt anymore so I can resume the small amount of weights that I do. I still can't get the spots of blood out of the shirt tho. Hopefully they will fade with time and washings.




- posted by Lach @ 21:14