Our Grandfather called this morning, telling my sister that he wasn't so sure if he had time for getting groceries tomorrow, because he would visit our grandmother hospital. First reaction: WTF?! Hospital?! Apperantly she's been there for some days now for pain therapy (which means that this time it's nothing serious) and
every-bloody-body knew apart from my sister and me. My sister told me that our mother had mentioned something about the hospital yesterday, but she had assumed that my grandmother would go there for a check-up. But noooo. And of course nobody bothered to tell me. Great.
And I've been to the doctor today so he could look at my knee. Diagnosis: Cartilage irritation, to be cured with 6 weeks pills and salve. At least then the pain will be gone. But the appointment and meds cost money again and it wasn't really cheap. Mehg. I just hope I'll get that job that I'm applying for. *crosses fingers* LUSH has invited me for 3 hours test-work on Saturday. *jumps around and then groans because of the sore knee*
That's that so far.
nimielleI'll just look over the story once again and then send it to you. Oh and I'll post the recs 'n stuff.