The Worse Week

I've probably had the worse week in my life. My boyfriend and I decided to break up. He told me we 'fought too much' and 'I wasn't the person he thought I was.' Whatever that means? Yeah, we fought a little but nothing major. But apparently it was too much for him to make it work. My hold view on him was destroyed. He wasn't the person I thought he was either, but I was willing to make it work if he was. However, he just gave up. Told me that he couldn't do it anymore, he needed to get his life together. He gave me that same lame ass excuse the last three times we got together. Yeah I'm a little stupid for getting back together with him three times. But that's love, it's stupid. This was Tuesday.

The very next day, I get home from school. My gram tells me that she has a pain in her chest, like someone was sitting on her chest. At first I thought is was gas, so I gave her some gas medicain and helped her walk to bed. But the pain just got worse, she told me to get her emergency call botten to call the ambulance.The emergency call botten alerts someone to call Bucksport to send an ambulance to our address faster then me doing it myself. I called my mom, who had just finished running a 10 mile run. I explained what was going on and that she needed to get home ASAP.

I tried to stay extremely calm, because looking at my gram. I knew by the look in her eye, she was scared. The phone rang, it was my uncle informing me that he was following the ambulance out and they would be there momentarily. When they all showed up my gram could barely breath, I was scared to death. She had three hearts in the pass and another one would be horrible. After they check her heart and everything. They decided to take her to Eastern Maine Metical Center, in Bangor. Just to make sure that everything was okay. Well good thing they did. When they got her to the hospital they learned she had congestive heart failure. Which means, her heart just stopped working correctly and one of her lungs filled up with fluid.

My heart sunk into my stomach, I was so scared I was going to loose her. I couldn't loose her now. I've had the worse week in the history of weeks. My mind raced, thinking about everything and
 anything. The worse part was the only person I wanted to talk to about all this was my x boyfriend. But in knew he wouldn't care, and what if he did? It didn't matter he didn't want to be part of my life anymore. Good thing I had one of my oldest friends to talk too. I hadn't talked to him in a while because my x got jealous and wouldn't let me talk to him. It was good to know someone cared. He was the one who helped me to not break down crying. I don't know what I would've done if he didn't help me through it. Thanks god for true friends.

Last night she went into surgery for a couple hours. It felt like an eternity, just waiting and hoping that she would be okay. When my phone rang at 10 o'clock at night. My heart sunk once again, my mom was calling to tell me one of two things. That the surgery went well and she's okay, or that she didn't make it. I picked up the phone, I could barely hear my mom. My hand was shaking so much that I couldn't keep the phone up to my ear. I asked her how she was and if gram was going to be okay. She sighed and said yes she is. My heart rose out of my stomach, just hearing her say that gave me peace at mind. As soon as I put the phone down, I fell fast asleep.