Oh man.
This morning I was informed that my former math teacher - Mrs. Dempsey - had been rushed to the hospital because of chest pains. I come home after work and Erin tells me that they think she had a stroke. Probably minor, but nonetheless. One of our principal's went to the hospital to see how she was, and she was talking, moving, etc. Thank God. That woman literally held me up when I was incredibly close to dropping out of math for good. And with her help I somehow completed advanced high school math. She's so so smart. A wonderful person. I just can't imagine anything happening to her. Gah.
Erin also informed me that Kiley, the very young girl who I know that has the rare blood cancer, is in the hospital with a really high fever. 105, or something. If it's a virus, she'll be in for a few days, tops. If it's an infection where her port is for getting the chemo, it could be bad. Real bad. Also? Her younger brother Jesse, 9 months old, may have the ebola virus that's going around. To top it off, their mother, my former Spanish teacher, has been having bad stomach pains for the past week or so, but with all this going on she's not sure if there'll be time/money/effort/etc. to have it checked out.
And my pathetic, puke little life just sits in the shadows and watches. I don't envy them. But I wish there was something I could do.
And for the meaningless-things-of-life update, I got a 99 on my English mid-term, the salutatorian beating out the two valedictorians (Evangelia and Catie) most predominately. I also got a haircut today, and scheduled an appointment for one week today to get my hair colored. My first hair coloring. More blonde. Not a sickly blonde. A light, natural color. A blonde going more blonde. Who'd a thought.
At least I get to sleep in tomorrow. Blah.
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