November 2, 2011
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Dad was in the hospital.
This weekend has been a crazy mess of things. It seems as if I’m getting hit with stress after stress after stress. Friday I had a party, and I took care of all the drunk people taking them home. I kind of expected that, but let’s just say I drove so much that my full tank of gas soon went down to a half tank. I should’ve charged money for all the people I ended up taking home.
Not only that, but I tried making my boyfriend a sweet breakfast the next morning since he was so hungover his face smelled nothing of vomit. Well, I had help from my friend K’jea and let’s just say it my chocolate chip pancakes didn’t turn out as well as I thought. The eggs were shitty too, so instead of making my boyfriend a sweet breakfast he ended up making me one.
Let me recap to Friday really quickly.
During school I received a phone call from my dad saying he was going to the hospital. That previous morning, he had been in quite of a lot of pain and throwing up quite a bit. I thought that maybe it was appendicitis, but I was wrong.Anyways, he ended up having to stay in the hospital until Friday. I wanted to visit my dad in the hospital on Friday, but since the party I couldn’t. Most of my friends don’t drive, and the ones that do aren’t really responsible. In other words, I had to make sure everyone got home safely. Good thing too because most of them were so drunk they were barely functional.
I ended up walking this girl Monica home, she was so wasted she could only speak Spanish. Thank God for those 3-4 years of Spanish I took. My other Korean friends were so drunk they kept talking about “I’M KOREANNN!”, but I took a few of them home because it was late and there were some suspicious people outside. Then I had to take my friends home that I took to the party. So all in all I took six or seven people home. Not to mention, everyone lives rather far apart.
Well, Saturday came and I was stressed as it is. My mother kept yelling at me for being a bad daughter, you know..the usual. Anyways, I went home and did all of my father’s house chores. It was strenuous. Thankfully my friend K’jea was with me to give me moral support. At that point I really needed my boyfriend there, and since he doesn’t drive and I was doing house work I couldn’t get him. I called him, and he said his friend might be able to bring him to my house. He eventually called back and said, his friend didn’t want to drive him here..and I was pissed. I make sure all his drunk friends are okay, but they can’t take my boyfriend to my home when my dad’s in the hospital? Ridiculous! (And I do mean ridiculous, I do a number amount of things for them that I don’t have to do).
K’jea was hearing my stress, and seeing me being on the verge of tears. Before I know it, I see some guy creeping around in my yard, and he was about to get a piece of my mind too. I mean, what stranger walks around in people’s yards and walk around their house? As I open the door, I see that it’s my boyfriend. I was so touched, I was in tears. I was still doing house work, and my boyfriend was still suffering from a hangover. Nonetheless, people were getting antsy waiting for me to be finished with my house work. My boyfriend was tired of waiting hours, and wanted to go back home.
It was finally 7pm, and I just finished all of my chores. We were finally able to see my dad in the hospital.
(*note: ever since last winter when I had a car uh oh, my front passenger door doesn’t open.)
As my boyfriend’s climbing through my front seat, my rear view mirror falls into his hand. I’m not sure how that happened, but I just started crying. I know it’s not a big deal, but with everything that was going on I just couldn’t take even the slightest of bad luck.Well, we made it to the hospital which made things so much better. My dad was in tip top shape, and just happy to see everyone.
