Wednesday, 30 March 2011

"He's at the hospital"

These are four words that no one really wants to hear because they tend to carry bad assumptions with them. But when I got in from work today, these were the exact words my Mum said to me.

Tonight my Grandad was admitted to hospital because he hasn't been very well over the past few days. My Dad went with him while he had a few tests done to see what was wrong. It all just made me think how thoughts can spiral out of control sometimes without meaning to. The hospital are there to help people and yet all my mind can do is assume the worst. I should be thinking that he is at the best place possible but I just worry about why he is there in the first place.

It happened to me earlier too. I was driving to Uni when I got a phone call. Now for my phone to ring in the daytime, something must have happened. I couldn't pick up as I was behind the wheel but my brain fired off like dominos thinking what's happened, who is hurt?? It turned out it was just some bloke who had the wrong number.

So I am trying to keep a little more positive. He will be fine and life will be restored to its usual state. I hope.

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