So my grandma and mom have gone on vacation now. It means I'm staying to hang out with my grandpa and make sure he's fine. I always do this when they leave, but it's more intense this time because he has surgery on his eye yesterday. He was having scar tissue removed. I can't even imagine dealing with that. I mean they froze his eye, but he was still staring directly at a giant needle coming closer and closer. The thought is enough to freak me out. Anyway for all his running around to doctor's appointments and dialysis I got to be the chauffeur. So far I'd say I've done a pretty crap job of taking care of him.I'm trying my best, but I still manage to screw simple things up. Like mixing up pickles and cucumbers which leads to me standing in an elevator with a handful of pickles.... my grandma needs to hurry up and come home.
Peace.
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