my grandparents
I cannot stop coughing. My head and chest is all congested. Allergy medicine and mucinex don't seem to be working.. at least not yet. Ugh. I told someone during break that give it only 2-3 weeks into teaching, and I'd be sick again. Sure enough. I"m so tired of the coughing fits. My mom thinks I may have bronchitis. I cough to the point where I feel like I'm going to throw up or faint. Ergggggg!
Tonight on the way to dinner I thought about why I didn't meet Patrick years ago instead of a few months ago. As soon as the thought crossed my mind and I pondered it, "Unanswered Prayers" came on the radio immediately. I mean not even 30 seconds after I had the thought. I laughed at the irony (and inevitably a sign) and then I cried. If you haven't read the lyrics or heard the song, you need to. It's the song I will dance with Kevin to at my wedding if I ever get married.
After dinner my mom and I did some shopping and then went to help my grandpa with my grandma. She's not doing well and is getting progressively worse. It was hard sitting there listening to my grandma cry out of pain and frustration and watching my mom and grandpa deal with it. It's just too much and my grandpa isn't willing to get much help, but he needs it. He can't lift my grandma and she keeps falling. She complains of pain all the time and can't move much. Her brain is shutting down and she forgets to walk when she stands, if she's able to stand at all. But in all of that, my grandpa is truly a saint. He built her a ramp so that her wheel chair can get out of the den since there is a small step. He has it figured out where she can manuever with her walker and wheel chair. He has extra bendy straws cut to the exact height she likes in a cup by her bed. It's just wonderful to see how much he loves his wife. To be with someone for over 50 years and struggle each day to keep them comfortable and as happy as they can be when they're obviously miserable is true heart and love. I just can't imagine.
I'm going to sleep early. I feel miserable and my cousin is coming over at 7:30. Oh joy.
Tonight on the way to dinner I thought about why I didn't meet Patrick years ago instead of a few months ago. As soon as the thought crossed my mind and I pondered it, "Unanswered Prayers" came on the radio immediately. I mean not even 30 seconds after I had the thought. I laughed at the irony (and inevitably a sign) and then I cried. If you haven't read the lyrics or heard the song, you need to. It's the song I will dance with Kevin to at my wedding if I ever get married.
After dinner my mom and I did some shopping and then went to help my grandpa with my grandma. She's not doing well and is getting progressively worse. It was hard sitting there listening to my grandma cry out of pain and frustration and watching my mom and grandpa deal with it. It's just too much and my grandpa isn't willing to get much help, but he needs it. He can't lift my grandma and she keeps falling. She complains of pain all the time and can't move much. Her brain is shutting down and she forgets to walk when she stands, if she's able to stand at all. But in all of that, my grandpa is truly a saint. He built her a ramp so that her wheel chair can get out of the den since there is a small step. He has it figured out where she can manuever with her walker and wheel chair. He has extra bendy straws cut to the exact height she likes in a cup by her bed. It's just wonderful to see how much he loves his wife. To be with someone for over 50 years and struggle each day to keep them comfortable and as happy as they can be when they're obviously miserable is true heart and love. I just can't imagine.
I'm going to sleep early. I feel miserable and my cousin is coming over at 7:30. Oh joy.