The Hospital (what a crappy place to be)

Thursday, Friday, Saturday, possibly Sunday.
All thse days i vistied the hospital, because my grandfather is there.
From a normal room where he as placed under observation, he is now in the ICU.

Shit.
When i saw him on friday afternoon, he seemed perfectly normal.
i left at 6.45.
When i got home at 10.45, i return to the news that he's feeling "unwell".
When my dad comes home, i hears my grandfather has had 3 seizures, and has been moved to the ICU, with blood pressure levels of over 200, and low sodium levels.

Shitteir.
Seriously, the hospital really sucks.
Its a terrible place, especially if you're a visitor.
There's this woman, she's been there for 2 weeks, since her father's in a coma.
imagine spending Christmas in the hospital.
Worse thing is, each time i see her, her father never has had any vistors, and she cant even talk to her father since he's not responding.
Its so lonely.
Walk around, and the mood sucks.
Its even darker in the ICU.
So many of them have tubes stuck up here and there, up their noses, mouths, and needles in their hands, and who knows where else.

Shittiest.
So they are unable to commit to a decision on my Grandfather.
May live, may die.
And around me, people are saying, if he dies, it's God's will.
Some of them are actually willing to accpet the decision that he may no longer be around.

That cant be possible!
We're supposed to let God's will be done.
But what happened to the thought of praying passionately for what you belive in?
How can you continue to pray for something, and yet say "let your will be done"?
Then whats the damn point of praying?
I cant accept the fact that some people are actually accepting the decision.
Maybe im not mature enough to understand this whole dying process, i've been lucky not to have experienced a death of a love one.

So if anyone is reading this, please pray for my paternal grandfather.
Pray that the doctors can do something, heal him, prolong his life, anything, i dont care.

As long as he can live longer.

Back.

So, after very long, i finally have something to say.
Its hard to keep thinking of things to write about.
Who cares about your life unless you have something interesting?