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Well, it's official.
My grandfather has congestive heart failure.
He's in the hospital again. My grandmother took him to the emergency room yesterday afternoon because he was having trouble breathing. Today they drained fluid off his lungs like last time and performed a stress test on his heart. I guess that's when they decided to diagnose him with heart failure.
At least now we know.
I sent off my application for the GA position. I got a letter yesterday in the mail from the Graduate College telling me my info had been forwarded to the department to which I'd applied for further consideration. So basically, I've been admitted but they're making sure it's okay with the History department first to make it official.
Please, please please let me get the GA position...
Mom and I visited Grandpa in the hospital tonight. He looked okay and seemed to be in good spirits, but I am still worried about him. He's 81 so it's not like his heart is going to get any better. I just can't help but think of him when I was younger, the man he used to be, strong and active and a fighter. And now when I see him in that hospital bed, frail and thin and fragile, like a child again--well, it's breaking my heart.
Better go. I'm tired.
My grandfather has congestive heart failure.
He's in the hospital again. My grandmother took him to the emergency room yesterday afternoon because he was having trouble breathing. Today they drained fluid off his lungs like last time and performed a stress test on his heart. I guess that's when they decided to diagnose him with heart failure.
At least now we know.
I sent off my application for the GA position. I got a letter yesterday in the mail from the Graduate College telling me my info had been forwarded to the department to which I'd applied for further consideration. So basically, I've been admitted but they're making sure it's okay with the History department first to make it official.
Please, please please let me get the GA position...
Mom and I visited Grandpa in the hospital tonight. He looked okay and seemed to be in good spirits, but I am still worried about him. He's 81 so it's not like his heart is going to get any better. I just can't help but think of him when I was younger, the man he used to be, strong and active and a fighter. And now when I see him in that hospital bed, frail and thin and fragile, like a child again--well, it's breaking my heart.
Better go. I'm tired.