....not exactly my definition of "best birthday ever."

First of all, on Friday, my mom woke me up early like I thought she was going to do before she went to work. As soon as she did, she told me that Grandma is in the hospital. We drove down to the hospital, which is about an hour and a half away, and then my dad and I sat in the ER waiting room while mom and my aunt checked on Grandma. It turns out she was taken off her anxiety medicine too fast, and if that happens, then the patient can have homicidal tendencies and be really, really, stressed out and weird. She had a nervous breakdown and tore up her house. Apparently she fell a bunch of times (she has some minor cuts and bruises) and then she broke a lot of things. She threw all of her picture frames on the floor, and she put a few random ones back on the shelf. Then she broke her favorite lamp. Etc, etc. We can replace the lamp, which just a few bulbs were broken, but thankfully, she didn't get seriously hurt or break anything we can't replace, because she would be really, really sad for a long time if she did. There was broken glass everywhere. She walked through it, without noticing it. She called an ambulance, thankfully, and ended up in the ER. Then the psychiatric ward, probably for about a week or two. She's already a lot better than she was though.

...But later that day, my parents told me I could go to an AFI concert in Richmond, VA. The day wasn't necessarily fun, but good things can come out of the bad. And my grandma's getting better.

♥ Izzy