I got a call from my brother today. My Gran is in hospital. It’s not a surprise, she’s been going downhill at a steady rate for the last couple of years. She refuses to take any medications, refuses to eat and basically sleeps 20 hours a day. My uncle found her incapacitated and took her in. She is dehydrated, her blood pressure is out of control (no meds, remember) and they think she had a small stroke. They are talking about putting her in a nursing home to rehabilitate… Bad idea. That will only seal the deal, I’m afraid. I’ve been feeling very clearly that she will be gone soon. I think by the end of the year. I’ll miss her, but on the other hand, she’s clearly DONE with this gig and just wants to move on. She talks about my dead grandfather just about every time we see her now, which is the first sign that she’s ready to go.
I had to remind my brother that I’m not speaking to June (my mother) at the moment, so if he’d kindly keep me in the loop, I’d appreciate it. My Gran is her mother, you see, and June will certainly not call me. He said he would keep me informed. We’ll see.
My father is still recovering from his gall bladder surgery. My brother tells me that he is anemic – no big surprise there, he looks pale as a sheet. It’s partially due to his not eating anything. What is with these people and not eating? I obviously did not get that gene. I’m sure it’s depression that is not being addressed by their inattentive doctors.
Yanno, it’s a wonder that I’m not a complete basket case, considering the questionable gene pool I’m from. Which is reason # 4519 for not reproducing. Family = wart on ass of humanity.
To end on a better note, I am feeling much better today, it appears that I’ve beaten the pollen/crud that had me in its crutches for two days. I had a fever (for me, 99ÂºF is high) and it finally broke this morning. Yay! I’m at about 65%, so not dancing in the streets, but able to sit here and do webby things. Still don’t feel like chatting, however, so skip the phone calls, please. :-)