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So, my 89-year-old grandmother fell last week and broke her femur. We've been worried about the stairs, but it was a little piece of paper in the middle of the dining room that finally got her--she bent to pick it up and down she went. She pulled through the surgery but is still hallucinating from all the pain meds.* It's been five days and that more than anything is really hard to deal with. Since I'm the only living family member, all the responsibilities fall into my lap. I deal, but I'm pretty exhausted. Gram has a "friend" who's obnoxious as hell and keeps trying to tell me how to run things. I've been telling her to back off on the house, checkbook, bills, food in the fridge, plants, blah, blah, etc. and just let me handle it, however, I don't want to alienate her as gram's friend. She also has a key to the house and keeps finding excuses to go in there. Honestly, I don't trust her and am thinking of installing a new lock on the front door.
I'll post again with updates. For now, grandma's been transferred to a nursing home for rehabilitation. It's a little farther from her friends but closer to us so it makes it only an hour's drive one way. When she gets her wits back she's gonna be wicked pissed, but it's all up to her in how soon she can get out of there. One day at a time I guess.
* Gram says I need to take care of her kitten "Sparkles." She doesn't own a cat; hasn't in decades and its name was Maggie. She also said, while in ICU, "Who's that little boy in the corner? What's wrong with him?" That gave me the willies.
Gods, give me patience and strength.
I'll post again with updates. For now, grandma's been transferred to a nursing home for rehabilitation. It's a little farther from her friends but closer to us so it makes it only an hour's drive one way. When she gets her wits back she's gonna be wicked pissed, but it's all up to her in how soon she can get out of there. One day at a time I guess.
* Gram says I need to take care of her kitten "Sparkles." She doesn't own a cat; hasn't in decades and its name was Maggie. She also said, while in ICU, "Who's that little boy in the corner? What's wrong with him?" That gave me the willies.
Gods, give me patience and strength.