The Obscure

This is just a bad time of year. From now on, with the exception of one or two days, spring is my least favorite season of all.
I will give you all an update on my current goings-on: My older sister Maria is terribly ill, her platelet count is inexplicably low, the doctors keep getting it up, only for it to drop back down again. They have ruled out all the horribly serious diseases, such as leukemia, but there is still a whole host of less serious things that could be wrong, and even so, she cannot live at home with her platelet count that low, a slight stumble could cause internal bleeding and kill her.
My uncle is back in the hospital. My parents haven't debriefed me as to why he is there, yet. All I know is he needed blood the other day, and tomorrow he is having something called "parasentisis," or something, done. They said that it is bad, but not as bad as it could be. Of course, his liver is shot, so the worst it could be is death; slightly less bad than death still isn't anywhere near good.
I was depressed about these things, but I guess the universe decided that I wasn't being selfish enough in my depression, so it needed to smack me around a little. I went to the optometrist today and he said I might have fucking glaucoma.
Don't get me wrong, now. I guess the chance of me having it is pretty low. Still, the word has a horrible connotation for me. Glaucoma is one of the diseases that keeps prescription marijuana around as a pain-reliever. Glaucoma is the disease that, in it's final stages, causes complete blindness.
Again, it's nothing to worry about. Chances are I don't have it, and I just have weird eyes, that's what the ol' Doc said.
Still, though, it's a grim, grey icing to a depressing and bland cake served at the end of a four-course meal of horror.

Anyway, just giving you all a heads-up. I'm not incredibly depressed right now, but I expect to be in a few days. It usually takes a little while for these kinds of things to hit me. So, you can all expect either really depressing, "wanna-be-poetry," posts in a while--or, depending on how depressed I am: no posts at all.
For your sake I hope it's the former, for my sake I hope it's not.
This also serves as an explanation for the previous post, may god rest it's soul.
Goodnight ladies and gents.