Blue Roses

So, did almost no studying Saturday. Dad came and picked me up, went home. We colored Easter eggs...Josh was participating! He totally dunked his eggs. I was so proud of him. Mine had a theme...one had paw prints, one had music notes, one had a kitten and a fish, one said Space Cowboy, and I think there was one more. But then dad did one, and he said I couldn't look until the next morning, but that the yellow one was mine. Curious, I agreed.

Easter morning - got fun stuff in my basket. Continued the theme. LOL On the Line DVD, Lance notebook, nsync mini calendar, along with a Border's gift card. <.g> Very fun. Found my easter eggs...the one dad made? Said "Lance + Rina" with a heart. <.groan> LOL Thanks, dad. <.g> Josh loved his PopOdessey video...I had it cued up to Pop, and he watched a few moments before FFing. Watched a bit of Sapce Cowboy, and kept going. Watched a few seconds of the Game is Over, and kept going. Found Bye Bye Bye and watched it over and over and over. LOL He also got an I Love Lucy video, and Zenon the Zequel, so the VCR was quite busy for awhile. He also found his eggs, and put them into the carton!!! I was so impressed with him.

Then things were pretty stressful for awhile. Dad was cranky because he was trying to clean the flooded basement, mom was cooking dinner, Josh was being a pain, it was all really really not fun. : ( But we got through dinner relatively unscathed, and mom and I headed out.

When we got to the hospital, Po's mom was there with Po's son Bobby and his wife Patty. So we just waved and left again to give them a few minutes to end their visit. We were pretty shocked...he's under 100 pounds. He looked like a concentration camp survivor. It was pretty EEEK. But when we came back, we ran into Bobby and Patty leaving with Grandma. Turns out he was 110% better than the day before. Saturday, he didn't say three words, his eyes were lifeless, and it was very bad. At one point, he woke up out of a deep sleep and became hysterical, saying that his mother wasn't going to come after all. Grammy tried to reassure him, because at that point, we thought she *was coming. But he was so upset, they had to sedate him. And he was right, she didn't come that day. At one point during our visit, the Chaplain came by. Po told him quite clearly that he was glad he had come Sunday and not the day before, because he would have told him that it was the end. But then yesterday, he was alert, the spark was in his eyes, and he was better. Miracles on Easter Sunday. When he was admitted, he had the lowest phosphorus and potassium rates they had ever seen on a man who didn't die within hours. The admitting doctor told him he had the bloodwork and results of a dying man. But he's stubborn, and somehow managed to pull through. We don't know how.

So we went to visit with him, and after the initial shock, it was just Po. We chatted, teased, etc. We stayed for over two hours, which was nice. At one point, my uncle came to talk my grandmother home (her first time home since he was admitted on Wednesday), and mom walked them out, so I got a private visit. It was great...I love him so much. Mom said when she got back, she ducked in the bathroom to wash her hands, and we didn't notice. But she heard the two of us laughing and laughing and his voice sounded so strong again. Her mom had just been telling her how Po hasn't laughed in so long. That was nice to hear.

One thing that was slightly disconcerting is when the nurse came in, we were all chatting, and she asked how many grandchildren he had. Po and I looked at each other, thoughtfully. "Good question," I said, because I really didn't know. He has two children of his own (he's my mom's stepfather), and I only knew of one child Bobby had. But he answered four, and I was thrown into confusion. Me and Josh, obviously. But I thought he counted Aunt Margaret's (mom's sister, so his stepdaughter) kids, Rachel and David as his grandkids, too, and I knew Bobby had at least Michael. So then I wondered if he wasn't counting Rachel, because she's not Aunt Margaret's biological kid, but her stepdaughter. But then he named us...me, Josh, Rachel and David. I told mom about it later, and he has four others...Cindy has two girls and Bobby has two boys. So all we can think is that because he didn't really have contact with Bobby's family for a long time, and Cindy still hasn't even come to visit him, that he really considers the four of us his grandkids. That's kinda sad, even as I'm glad to be counted among them. Heaven knows he's my favorite grandfather. True, the only living one, but still. <.g>

The other disturbing thing was that he, mom and I were chatting while Uncle Marty had Grammy home, and he suddenly stopped talking and said there was something wrong at home, but he didn't know what. Mom was worried, knowing about the day before, and called. Turns out that Uncle Marty had accidentally set off the security alarm while helping my grandmother, and the police came. So he's really getting that sixth sense thing going, which is legendarily found in people nearing death. So that's kinda scary. But it was great seeing him, and I'll be back next Saturday to show off concert pictures. He's thrilled. ; ) He and mom have banded together in their "Lance looks like a girl" campaign. LOL I keep trying to tell them that he's much more masculine than he was when he joined, but they don't believe me. LOL

Speaking of mom and nsync...I had made a new cassette nysnc mix for the car rides home, and brought it with for the drive to the hospital. I had hit a few wrong numbers when programming, and needed to see what was actually on it. LOL But I think she was enjoying herself...she was singing along every so often, and by the ride home, she could tell apart JC and Justin singing. I was impressed. LOL

So, yeah we got home, and I got in about 30 minutes of studying...my only studying time all weekend. <.sigh> I'm so going to fail. Except maybe not, because as I was reviewing, things actually looked familiar. <.shrug> Who knows. After Josh went to bed, I popped in On the Line and watched deleted scenes and outtakes and alternate scenes. I'm sad...they cut out Joey kissing Lance! That so would have made the movie for me. And they cut out the scene were GQ tells Lance to put up posters and stuff, so that his scene by the copier doesn't come so suddenly (plus, Lance played tic-tac-toe against a chicken, and lost, and that was just adorable. "What, did this chicken go to YALE?"). Oh, and the scene were Brady gets his idea to send Julie out with Kevin originally was shot with the two of them in bed together, which makes the scene make much more sense to me. The words and her annoyance and kisses fit more, and it says more about their relationship. But then I brought it downstairs and watched some with my parents. My dad gave up about 20 minutes in, but mom watched 80% of it...we skipped the middle. LOL She thinks Joey was great, but can't believe how bad the movie really was. <.g>

Then today, dad and I left at 9am, dropped some clothes off at the hospital for my grandmother (she wasn't prepared for a long hospital stay, and kept mooching clothes off of Po's visitors. Mom ended up going home wearing only a wool blazer, as grammy had stolen her sweater. She also stole my sweater I was using as a jacket, so I was really cold running to the car. LOL), got here at 12:30, I left for class at 12:40, and got back here at 6. It's been a loooooooooong day, and I still need to study. I am in hell.

But the way I look at it, one test will not break my grade. If I do well on everything else, like I have been, it'll only be a temporary dip. So I'm not overly worried, just moderately so. <.g> But still....must study. <.sigh>