Who Crapped In My Pants?
So...my maternal grandmother (Oma) has Alzheimer's. I went to visit her a few hours ago. It was a good time, actually. I happened by while she was coherent and happy. She's been irritable and quite out of it since she went into the hospital on Saturday. She was in ICU until today.
She went into the hospital because she passed out and fell. They're trying to figure out why. They thought it was a stroke, but have ruled that out.
Occasionally she gets a "thousand yard stare" looking at people. I'm not sure what that is, but she doesn't respond to smiles or nods or bits of conversation. She just keeps staring. My mother reads it as confusion. I believe it's a brain stall.
I'm not sad. Don't ask me why. It's likely that I will be further down the line. I tend to avoid dealing with deaths. I remain oddly aloof. What can I say? I'm not NT, for one.
There's a lot to be said about the way my family is behaving, but that doesn't need to be said here. The thing to take away from this is that I got to see her, she had a good time, I got to be a comfort for my grandfather, and that if things went rapidly south, I have at least one more good memory to hold onto.
Oh! The title. I should explain that...a little.
A friend of mine lost a grandfather to Alzheimer's. It's her story to tell. The witty among you will be able to intuit most of it.
She went into the hospital because she passed out and fell. They're trying to figure out why. They thought it was a stroke, but have ruled that out.
Occasionally she gets a "thousand yard stare" looking at people. I'm not sure what that is, but she doesn't respond to smiles or nods or bits of conversation. She just keeps staring. My mother reads it as confusion. I believe it's a brain stall.
I'm not sad. Don't ask me why. It's likely that I will be further down the line. I tend to avoid dealing with deaths. I remain oddly aloof. What can I say? I'm not NT, for one.
There's a lot to be said about the way my family is behaving, but that doesn't need to be said here. The thing to take away from this is that I got to see her, she had a good time, I got to be a comfort for my grandfather, and that if things went rapidly south, I have at least one more good memory to hold onto.
Oh! The title. I should explain that...a little.
A friend of mine lost a grandfather to Alzheimer's. It's her story to tell. The witty among you will be able to intuit most of it.