Hospitals are fun!

So I'm spending the night in the hospital with Heather tonight, and I cannot help but ask myself, "What have I gotten myself into?" I am on a leather reclining chair, and with each move I make, the chair creaks and groans very loudly. Heather has had a BS level of about 200 during her stay, and she just began feeling super exhausted and shaky. They just checked her blood sugar and it's 77. I'm trying to write this and keep her sane at the same time. We just called the nurse for the third time in about ten minutes. The nurse is not very comforting or consoling at all. It's frustrating because my sister is sitting here shaking violently and is practically in tears and the nurse pops in, gives her some juice and milk and leaves. I hope this time the nurse has some comforting words for Heather. Heather is a hypochondriac and is always severely worried when something doesn't feel right. She has never been the type who mixes medicines or takes an extra tylenol or anything that could potentially be harmful to her body. She is just a little worry wart, and I just don't know how to make her feel any better. I am at a loss.

Lights are now off, blood sugar is back up, she is trying to go to sleep. They will be back in less than an hour and a half to check on her. This is going to be a super fun night. Hooray!

Guess I'll try to get some sleep. It has been an emotionally draining day. Talked to Kevin again about getting engaged today. He says he has a plan (it's been six months since he has had a plan) but is willing to make it sooner for me. He just doesn't get it. He is too late. I just hope the proposal makes up for it. I don't care where or how he does it... I just want it to be passionate and real. Guess we'll see.