And an Orange too.

It's sad that my grandma is either too proud or too ignorant to accept, she caught my flu.

Telling me, "I don't believe you have anything contagious", a week or so ago. 10 days later? She's ill with a slight fever (she says she had none, that a 2 degree rise wasn't one, it was coincidence), chills, aches, and simple exhaustion. Now she had a headache. JUST LIKE I DID. That hurts when she coughed. JUST LIKE WHEN I DID.

=.=

If she could fucking let go of her pride and accept I'm not a child, I know what the fuck a flu is, I'd have gratefully bought her some orange juice at work, and made her a Vitamin C-packed sub like I'd made myself when I was ill. I mean, it helped me feel better within 2 days. She's on day 3 and it's still knocking her down.

It's just...:/ The doctor in me wants to help.

But if I brought her the juice and the sub, she'd be insulted. Because I'd be telling her what she has and it'd insult her. So I just have to fucking deal with her saying she knows what she has and it's not contagious. Maybe my grandpa will be lucky and not catch it.

Ignorance is blissful torture. ~~ CLD (me)