My son's grandma, who we live with, did it again. She let her blood sugar drop to low and ended up in the hospital yesterday. She came home around 3:30am this m orning. I had a bunch of errands today including ones for her. As soon as I walk into the apartment, she's yelling for me. She on the phone with the dr and she needs to go back to the hospital. I was going to take her but she couldn't get into my car properly and slowly slid out. We had to call 911 to get her up and take her back to the hospital. When she's not feeling well see's impossible! She's making demands every few minutes and then it's not what she wants.
My son and I need another place to live but it's hard to find anything affordable. My family hasn't offered us a place to stay, ever. We aren't close anymore. I guess I'll have to pay everything I have for a place to live. The government doesn't have a home for us, either. I feel like slicing my own throat!
I don't know why I got such a hard life. Sometimes I thing God hates me.
I got mys econd Covid shot. The clinci was supopsed to be set up in an old storefront, and adults getting 1s shots to this side, kids getting 1st shots to that side, and adults getting 2d shots like me to the middle aisle. Only it was total chaos. NOBODY told the volunteers about it, apparently.Over half an hour standing in line, in an unventilated old storebuilding, sweating b/c it was maybe...
My niece is upset cause I left her party early. I did spend two hours there but I just don't do well at parties. It was only immediate family so not that big. She's 7 and I wish she understood my anxiety like her teenage brothers. She pouted for a few minutes but by the time it was cake time I guess she perked up. My sister FaceTimed be for gifts so that was nice