Karma

My grandma has Pulmonary Fibrosis.

This basically means that slowly her lungs are simply becoming scarred. Scar tissue is replacing healthy lung tissue. She never had asthma. Her WORST prognosis would be 3 years, good would be 10, but nothing is definitive and it might increase. She will need oxygen starting this spring.

Karma.

I don't feel pity, I don't feel bad, my dad was right all those years ago; everything my grandma and grandpa get, they deserved. Diabetes for him, IPF for my grandma. I do not pity. Not after the colors of them that I have seen.

The only downside is...

I have always had problems with exercising. Going upstairs gets me out of breath, always has. 2 flights makes my heart race. I get lightheaded easily and can't climb up a hill trail without being out of breath, with a headache and lightheadedness.

Pulmonary Fibrosis can be genetic.

I pray to the non-god that I'm just a weak lazy wimp with kinda weak lungs due to too much anxiety and my mom smoking while preggo with me. Because it is a degenerative illness with no cure. On the other hand, it'd make sense. But I am very young. But I'd actually have a valid excuse why I can't do everything others can...

Flip the coin my friend.

Down, down.

Zelly should be asleep, she has lots of shit to do. Fucking PMS. Fucking retarded requirements, lot of shit to fudge tomorrow. Been eating at Rory's a lot so have to make all the stuff my grandma got for me while they're away, tomorrow. *sighs* bag of broccoli, bag of fries, entire pizza, rice. Apparently I forgot how to spell broccoli. It must be fucking late.

If Australia is up, I should be down. *yawns*...