Ugh. I now have yet another reason to hate the Virginia. Nana's still in the hospital and they found that she got a bedsore on her butt when she was there! She's had a problem with bedsores on her heels back when she was in the hospital last summer with the broken hip and now this. How many fucking negligent places are there out there? Seriously, there is NO EXCUSE for someone having a bedsore. None. Bedsore = negligence. If I had my way I'd be suing that damn place for her new bedsore.

Last I heard, she was still in the hospital. They were talking about discharging her back to the damn Virginia, but she's still on a clear liquid diet and being fed through an IV. So, I don't know what they're thinking when it comes to that. She won't get out of bed, not even to get into her wheelchair because she's in too much pain.

Gah. Can't she just get a break for once? She's been though so much in this past year, this is insane.

Not much is new with me. We ran some errands last night. It's getting so hard to do the laundry because if I turn my back on Gabriel for one second, he gets into some sort of trouble. I now know why the "terrible twos" have been named as such. But even so, he's still a cutie. Though he has been getting time outs in the naughty chair when he bites Rob. He's yet to bite me recently, but we don't want him to bite anyone because he'll need to be in daycare once I start working.

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