I've had some rough family stuff go down this week. I can't remember if I've stated it here, but I live with my Grandpa Sundays through Thursdays, going back to my parents house on Friday and Saturday nights. My Grandpa is 86 and super super stubborn, and also clinically depressed. He's a diabetic, has heart disease, and arthritis. He still drives, despite not having a drivers license. He eats a load of crap (I'm not joking, I've found bags of chicken wings from the Mexican market down the street), despite being a diabetic. And last week while I was in class on Wednesday, my aunt noticed he had these really hideous ulcerated wounds on his legs.
Well, she made an appointment for him for the doctor for Thursday morning, which I took him to since he can't speak English. He had friggin gangrene on his toe. I was so furious, furious with myself for not realizing that disgusting smell coming from his room was in fact a gangrene toe, furious with him for not telling us his damned toe was black, and furious at my aunts and uncles, his kids, for not giving a damn and checking up on their father.
Needles to say, I didn't get to the pool much while taking care of my Grandpa. Or, at all for that matter. I did go hiking Thursday afternoon to blow off steam, and ran yesterday. Then I stepped on some glass when I got back to my Grandpa's house, because he dropped a glass and wasn't aware there was still glass on the floor.
Stressful week!!!
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