I woke up this morning crying. I had already gone to bed kind of sad, so it didn’t surprise me that I woke up so blue. My grandmother has been in the hospital for the last week. Up until now I’ve been worried, but not scared. Last night I got scared. I honestly though she’d be out by now and the fact that they aren’t telling her when she can go home doesn’t sound good to me.
I really regret not driving back with my dad last weekend to see her. I just want to hug her and sit with her. Maybe play some boggle or watch family feud. We are supposed to be seeing each other a week from today, but at this point I doubt she will make the trip.
I prayed this morning. I prayed that she will get well enough to leave the hospital soon. I prayed that she will get to see Regan again soon. She hasn’t seen her walking and talking and I know that would bring her so much joy.
I brought my gym bag to work intending to hit the gym, but my heart was so heavy I needed to hit the pavement. So I changed into my workout clothes and went outside. I walked for two miles. It was great. I so prefer being outside as opposed to a treadmill. I needed the sun on my face. I needed to walk past people. I needed to sweat.
I took a hot shower and now I’m back at work. I feel better. Definitely not as blue as I was this morning. But I am still worried about my grandmother.