On my way to the supermarket yesterday, I went to the ATM to grab some money. I put my card in, entered my pin, entered how much I wanted to withdraw, waited, waited, waited then…

BLANK!

It returns to the “Please insert your card” screen! The frikin ATM machine ate my card *grrr* I know I never entered the wrong pin number as it’s the same since I was 17 so it musta been a faulty machine!

I’m just so pissed, seriously! Luckily I had another account with some money in it and I went to another machine and got money out then went home and called the bank to get a new card sent to me (which will take a week!) and transferred all my money in that account to the other one ufff!

Damn machines!

Do you think I’d go to jail if I went to my neighbour upstairs, banged his door until he opened it, grabbed his guitar and smashed it over his head & then throw both of them out the window?

*closes her eyes and imagines*

On the other hand maybe not, but seriously he’s driving me nuts! It’s been pretty much quiet for over a week now in my apartment, then he returns! It’s currently 2:50am, I can’t sleep due to hearing him play guitar, jump up and down and scream “HEEEEY YEAAAAAAH, HEEEEEY”.

Now, I know he’s a Sound Producer and all that jazz but wouldn’t a “normal” person get sound proofing for there apartment if they wanna bang away at silly-o’clock in the morning? It’s not even his frikin apartment, it’s his mothers!

I’ve already complained to the Building Manager about him twice, I’m going to complain again tomorrow when he comes to my apartment to fix some light bulbs. Maybe this time something will be done about it! I wonder if it’s only me that’s affected by it, I’ll have to ask tomorrow if anyone else has complained! Maybe I could start a building petition to get the rocker wanabee kicked out (erm okay in my dreams) but still, I need sleep, I’m grumpy with no sleep!

Update: It’s 4am, he’s howling like a dog but it’s alot quieter. Maybe he read my blog post LOL! Off back to bed, ice cold water is ahhmaazing when you’re hella thirsty!

I know people care but when people say to me ‘I hope your grandfather gets better soon’ it seriously gets on my nerves because he won’t, all he is doing is getting worse! There is no ‘better’.

I haven’t updated in a while because basically he’s really bad right now, he’s basically starting to give up and he’s developing a temper and shouts at everyone around him, my mom and aunts have been crying there eyes out because of it.

I spent 4 hours sitting in the hospital with him today and he was hallucinating and shouting, my aunt was getting upset again so she had to walk out

He can’t walk anymore, the muscles that were once in his legs have all wasted away, he can’t even turn himself. Holding a cup proved hard enough *sigh*

I’m leaving the UK in a few months after the eventful time comes, as my mother says ‘you have nothing to stay for in the UK once he’s gone’ and she’s right, I don’t think I could stay here once he’s gone.

Now it’s the countdown

While I was at work earlier this afternoon, I checked my mobile and had a miss call from mom 15 mind beforehand saying that my grandfather was in hospital and to go home. I called here and she said that he was complaining of severe pains in his stomach and sides. My mom called the doctor and said he’d be over later on but the pains got worse and my mom had to call an ambulance.

In the ER Department they gave him morphine for the pain and said his belly was full of water retention. That’s all I know so far.

I’m heading to the hospital in a bit so will update you tonight

Update: I’m just back from the hospital, he looks really bad, he’s in alot of pain and the morphine has worn off! He’s very jaundice and it looks like he’ll be in for a week, he’s getting fluid in his belly removed tomorrow as he has alot of water retention