Hospitals make me so, so sad. And emergency rooms even sadder.

My grandma had a stroke on Thursday. The grandma that I live with. It happened 15 minutes before I came home from my Nietzsche class, so I was able to take her to the emergency room, and sit with her for hours while they ran tests, and when they moved her to a room upstairs. S has been helping me take care of her since her return. My homework has long been neglected and I think we are all tired.