Life – 1, Jeney – 0 May 25, 2010Posted by jeneypeney in life, Uncategorized.
I know I pretty much completely disappeared this past week. Let’s just say life has a really funny way of roundhouse kicking you in the face when you least expect it.
Last week while I was helping The Actual move to his new apartment three hours away (which sucks in and of itself already), my mother called me in tears telling me to come to Chicago. “He’s not doing very well, Jeney.”
The ‘he’ my mother was referring to is my grandfather. And for those who have followed this blog long enough, you know just how important that man is in my life.
So I began to make plans to leave on Monday for Chicago. I packed up softball bags for the first round of the NCAA tournament, told my AD to take me off the travel roster, finished up my laundry, and made my way back home for some sleep before I began the 10 hour trek across three state lines.
Then my mom called again to tell me Little Shit had a seizure while he was on his way to my grandmother’s house from the hospital and had gotten into an accident.
Cue irrational and distraught Jeney.
My 11:30pm, The Actual had put me in my car, loaded up on 5-hour energy drinks, and began the trip to Chicago where I had one of the most stressful and draining weeks of my life.
My brother is okay. The seizure was a result of too much stress, not enough food, and too much heavy labor. He needs to eat better and quit smoking and he should be fine.
My grandfather on the other hand, is still struggling. He was admitted for internal bleeding as a result of taking blood thinners for so many years. He has a severe lack of oxygen in his body and it is causing him to be incredibly confused and a bit loopy. The bleeding has stopped for now, but his heart rate has now dropped. They are considering a pace maker, but they do not know if he will survive the procedure.
I am terrified that the moment I said goodbye to him when I left for Fargo on Sunday I was saying it for the last time…
Posts will be scarce for a while. I need to deal with a moving boyfriend, moving myself into a bigger apartment, training for a 55 mile bike ride, and trying to get athletes to turn gear in before they leave for the summer.
I am simply too exhausted to blog.
I will close with a plea… please send good juju and positive thoughts out to my family – especially my grandparents. As he once told me, “Things will work out. They may not be how you expected them to, or even how you wanted them to, but things always work out.”
So here’s to hoping things work out.