It is not that I hate everyone around me today,

it is just that I am very annoyed and no one around me seems to have any happy tales to share to make things any better. This is the longest week of my life, and I even stayed home ill on Monday. Weaning one off of Dayquill and Nyquill sounds easier than it is.

Stick a knife through my heart, because I suck.

My grandfather had his prostate scraped out and while my grandmother and I were waiting for him to come out of surgery, we ate an early lunch at the cafeteria inside of the Worcester Medical Center. Great building for those of you who have not yet had the chance (or unfortunate accident) to see it.

Since the hour was 11:30, breakfast was wrapped up and only a few lunch items were available. Because the hospital had its air conditioning on (summer and necessary), my Grams wanted hot coffee and a hot sandwich for warmth. What was on the menu at that moment? Your choice of a fried chicken or a fried fish sandwich, fresh from the freezer! Nummy! I chose chicken, Ruth chose fish.

The conversation spoken in between our bites led to the fact the since Gram stopped driving, my Gramps drives her nuts. She then looks up, holding her square fish sandwich with both hands and says, "this is a treat for me since grandpa won't eat out because of his shaking hands." My heart sank into my belly and I digested it. I no longer deserve a heart as I realized at that moment what a horrible granddaughter I am. Additional lunch dates outside of a cafeteria setting are in my future.