I'm right, you're wrong. Deal with it.

My dad's in the hospital. It's horrible to think about it, because I have no idea what is wrong and to put it frankly "I have my own business to attend to". Do you have any idea how horrible it is to know that you have to not think about it? You have to try and think about something else, so you don't fall into a pile and start crying. You have to focus on something else to keep the tiny black hole in your chest from growing. I'm terrified that there's something severely wrong with him. I'm terrified that my mom's gonna be left alone and that my dad won't be there when we celebrate Christmas or when I have kids or when my sister has kids... You get the point here, right? It's so horrible that I joke about it with my boyfriend. He thinks that it's some form of hyperthyroidism (giftstruma in Swedish) and if he's right I have to call him "Dr. Sir Jesus". If he's right, then I will. It's the small things that get you through the day. Sometimes ignorance is bliss, but not knowing is incredibly painful. Then again, if it's something incurable then ignorance will be bliss.