Stuck in Tuscaloosa
I'm exhausted. Yesterday, when I wasn't waiting in the Emergency Room to see about my Grandmother, I was working my fingers to the bone over an English poster project. I woke up in a sweat this morning around 3 because I remembered that I didn't do my government homework. I managed to sleep for three more hours, took a shower, got dressed and then did four journal assignments for government. Around 9, I thought my stomach was going to cave in on itself if I didn't eat. I ate half a hamburger before loading the car, stopping by the hospital to see my mom and grandma and then ride to Tuscaloosa with my daddy.
These last few days have been horrible. My grandmother, who never complains about anything, called my Uncle Harold and told him to take her to the ER. So for my Grandmother to even mention it, you know it has to be bad. The night before, three jackasses stole her riding lawnmower and her neighbor lost track of three men on foot, while she was in her car!
Back to Monday, my mom and I waited by the phone while we worked on this damn English project. Once we heard they had gotten her a room, we left for the hospital. When I walked in there...my grandmother looked so sick and I almost cried right in front of her, it was horrible. They have her on morphine, but she's still in a lot of pain. Do you know how much pain you have to be on to even require morphine, now imagine still being in pain with it. I asked her if she was sleepy, she said she wasn't but she couldn't keep her eyes open. She's has a blocked intestine and they are trying to figure out what they can do besides operate. They won't let her eat. She's just a little over 100 lbs, if that.
After waiting there for about three or four more hours we had to go back home, cause I still had to finish this damn English project. We worked until 11, then took my mom to the hospital to relieve my Uncle Cecil so he could go home. My mom is a real trooper, I might add.
This morning when we stopped by before leaving for Tuscaloosa, grandma looked worse. I can't believe this is the same woman who was cutting down hedges just a day before. Now I'm stuck in Tuscaloosa, when I should be at the hospital with my mom and grandma. I officially hate this whole situation and I better get an A on this damn project.
These last few days have been horrible. My grandmother, who never complains about anything, called my Uncle Harold and told him to take her to the ER. So for my Grandmother to even mention it, you know it has to be bad. The night before, three jackasses stole her riding lawnmower and her neighbor lost track of three men on foot, while she was in her car!
Back to Monday, my mom and I waited by the phone while we worked on this damn English project. Once we heard they had gotten her a room, we left for the hospital. When I walked in there...my grandmother looked so sick and I almost cried right in front of her, it was horrible. They have her on morphine, but she's still in a lot of pain. Do you know how much pain you have to be on to even require morphine, now imagine still being in pain with it. I asked her if she was sleepy, she said she wasn't but she couldn't keep her eyes open. She's has a blocked intestine and they are trying to figure out what they can do besides operate. They won't let her eat. She's just a little over 100 lbs, if that.
After waiting there for about three or four more hours we had to go back home, cause I still had to finish this damn English project. We worked until 11, then took my mom to the hospital to relieve my Uncle Cecil so he could go home. My mom is a real trooper, I might add.
This morning when we stopped by before leaving for Tuscaloosa, grandma looked worse. I can't believe this is the same woman who was cutting down hedges just a day before. Now I'm stuck in Tuscaloosa, when I should be at the hospital with my mom and grandma. I officially hate this whole situation and I better get an A on this damn project.