I don't want to talk about it

My grammy is still, for some reason, hanging on. The stress of it all is really starting to take it's toll. And the hubster is out of town tonight and tomorrow. I need some sleep. I don't know when I am going to get it. The Hospice nurse can't believe that she is still here. Hell, we can't believe she is still here. At this point I am praying for God to just take her. I cannot bear to see her the way she is, suffering, for much longer. Anyway, that's it. That's why I've been MIA. And really, I just don't want to talk about it anymore.