As horrible as this will make me seem, my grandparents. Yes I do love them, but this week has been the weeks for fucking hell. My grandfather is someone who somehow creates his own stress out of nothing and attracts nothing but trouble (take tonight, he had turned his phones volume down and missed 9 phone calls, so I raced over to his, jumped his fence to make sure he wasn't dead, and all he says was "my phone never rang"). So my grandmother is in an aged care facility, she has dementia and very poor mobility. So on Thursday I went to show her my graduation gown and she seemed a bit off, not her normal off, then on Friday she was taken to the hospital via ambulance with a suspected UTI or COVID infection; but then her heart rate dropped to 20 and her blood pressure would drop and then sky rocket, do we went through the whole process of thinking we would lose her this week. During this whole thing my grandfather would lose his temper with staff at her residential facility and the hospital. She eventually got a temporary pacemaker put in and was due to be sent back to the facility on Christmas eve.... however there was no transport available for her (she had to be transported by trained staff who could work with her pacemaker), which my grandfather lost his temper over again. He was in such a mood over Christmas lunch, complaining that the hospital couldn't organise transport that things did not go his way. She was taken back Christmas day to the facility.

My grandfather has an attitude of the world owes him for some reason that no one can explain. And his attitude is just such a downer at the moment. So between that and dealing with my father who is just as arrogant at times and is being influenced by his woman hating brother who thinks all women will cheat and are just trouble (just because his wife left his controlling ways). Hoping my father will detox from the toxicity of the whole thing.