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Nov. 3rd, 2006 07:51 pmMy grandmother is in the hospital.
A few weeks ago or so she had been in, for falling down and bruising her hip. She got out a week or so ago... (Can you tell my family doesn't communicate well within the ranks?)
I just found out that she is again in the hospital, by accident, though I would've found out about twenty minutes after I did when my Mum called on her way back from the hospital.
Apparently she's had Emphysema for at least ten years, had a partial lungectomy at the time... Along with COPD and CHF. Duh, I was an EMT, I dealt with patients who had these diseases, she was a very long term smoker I thought she was just genetically "lucky" not to get lung cancer.
Grrrrr! Now, she's got a lung infection, she's on a ventilator, sedated with morphine (unconscious through medication or otherwise) and...
OMG. *shock*
No one (even my cousin's father, who was at the hospital today, and he had even called his stepmother and she didn't tell him) told my cousin, and I had talked to him the other day so I called him to make sure he knew. He hadn't been contacted by anyone.
We chatted about the quirks of our family, we talked about the various relatives and so forth... especially a particular aunt. And then we enjoyed reminiscing about our great-grandparents.
*large mournful sigh*
I just called in "sick" for the first time with my new job - I told them what was happening. My manager was very understanding.
I wonder what would be worse. Her dying, or her living, especially given what I now know about her medical condition. At least I talked to her and had a really good phone conversation with her just before she went into the hospital the first time. She was spunky and happy from the convo, even called my Mum and praised me and all that... *embarrassed look*
On top of everything else, but this is actually (I don't understand why) giving me some sort of strength.
A few weeks ago or so she had been in, for falling down and bruising her hip. She got out a week or so ago... (Can you tell my family doesn't communicate well within the ranks?)
I just found out that she is again in the hospital, by accident, though I would've found out about twenty minutes after I did when my Mum called on her way back from the hospital.
Apparently she's had Emphysema for at least ten years, had a partial lungectomy at the time... Along with COPD and CHF. Duh, I was an EMT, I dealt with patients who had these diseases, she was a very long term smoker I thought she was just genetically "lucky" not to get lung cancer.
Grrrrr! Now, she's got a lung infection, she's on a ventilator, sedated with morphine (unconscious through medication or otherwise) and...
OMG. *shock*
No one (even my cousin's father, who was at the hospital today, and he had even called his stepmother and she didn't tell him) told my cousin, and I had talked to him the other day so I called him to make sure he knew. He hadn't been contacted by anyone.
We chatted about the quirks of our family, we talked about the various relatives and so forth... especially a particular aunt. And then we enjoyed reminiscing about our great-grandparents.
*large mournful sigh*
I just called in "sick" for the first time with my new job - I told them what was happening. My manager was very understanding.
I wonder what would be worse. Her dying, or her living, especially given what I now know about her medical condition. At least I talked to her and had a really good phone conversation with her just before she went into the hospital the first time. She was spunky and happy from the convo, even called my Mum and praised me and all that... *embarrassed look*
On top of everything else, but this is actually (I don't understand why) giving me some sort of strength.
