Only two weeks until Christmas? Yikes. Doesn't feel like Christmas. No snow here, yet. But I kind of like the no snow thing. The geese are like WTF?! They keep coming back and forth.
Are youwondering about me? I wonder too. HA HA! Been busy lately. My Grandmother is in the hospital. I was taking care of her, but she wasn't getting any better. She still refuses to eat or drink anything. It bothers me. She lost like 20 pounds in a week. I knew she didn't want to go to the hospital, but I knew I couldn't take care of her like they can there.
What really bothers me is how my family has reacted to my Grandmother getting sick. On the night she went to the hospital, I called my mother and she wouldn't listen to me at first. I told her that her own mother wasn't doing well. It went like this:
"Mom, Granny isn't doing very good."
"I know, your Aunt is coming tomorrow."
"I think she should go to the hospital."
"Well call me later and let me know."
"I've been calling and calling you. I want her to get better, not worse."
"Okay, I'll call your Aunt."
Then my Aunt and Uncle came over from the building next door. Yeah, they live so close but all my Aunt would do for my Grandmother is call her. She didn't go over to help when she was sick, help me get her to eat, help me give her a shower... Just called. I have to say that I loved the look on my Aunt's face when the paramedics came and one asked if she came to see Granny every day.
"No, but I called every day." Then I said, "I've been here the last three days."
So my mean, bossy Aunt is starting to be nice to me because she realizes that I've been the one who dropped everything to be there by my Grandmother's side when she needed me the most. Also I was the ONLY one who dropped everything to be there.
The only problem is that what my Grandmother has is a highly infectious 'bug'. Since I've been with her, I might have it. Either that, or there is something else the matter and I'll write about that when I learn more. It really bothers me that I called my cousin in Alberta and left a voice message for him. I told him that it'd mean a lot to my Grandmother, our Grandmother, if he'd give her a call. He never did. Now she is in the hospital and it doesn't look so good. She has to start eating again and getting better. I hate that I have the kind of family that I cannot count on. I REALLY HATE THAT!
Are youwondering about me? I wonder too. HA HA! Been busy lately. My Grandmother is in the hospital. I was taking care of her, but she wasn't getting any better. She still refuses to eat or drink anything. It bothers me. She lost like 20 pounds in a week. I knew she didn't want to go to the hospital, but I knew I couldn't take care of her like they can there.
What really bothers me is how my family has reacted to my Grandmother getting sick. On the night she went to the hospital, I called my mother and she wouldn't listen to me at first. I told her that her own mother wasn't doing well. It went like this:
"Mom, Granny isn't doing very good."
"I know, your Aunt is coming tomorrow."
"I think she should go to the hospital."
"Well call me later and let me know."
"I've been calling and calling you. I want her to get better, not worse."
"Okay, I'll call your Aunt."
Then my Aunt and Uncle came over from the building next door. Yeah, they live so close but all my Aunt would do for my Grandmother is call her. She didn't go over to help when she was sick, help me get her to eat, help me give her a shower... Just called. I have to say that I loved the look on my Aunt's face when the paramedics came and one asked if she came to see Granny every day.
"No, but I called every day." Then I said, "I've been here the last three days."
So my mean, bossy Aunt is starting to be nice to me because she realizes that I've been the one who dropped everything to be there by my Grandmother's side when she needed me the most. Also I was the ONLY one who dropped everything to be there.
The only problem is that what my Grandmother has is a highly infectious 'bug'. Since I've been with her, I might have it. Either that, or there is something else the matter and I'll write about that when I learn more. It really bothers me that I called my cousin in Alberta and left a voice message for him. I told him that it'd mean a lot to my Grandmother, our Grandmother, if he'd give her a call. He never did. Now she is in the hospital and it doesn't look so good. She has to start eating again and getting better. I hate that I have the kind of family that I cannot count on. I REALLY HATE THAT!
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