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My grandma was moved to a nursing home today. It's in Poulsbo which is close to my aunt and uncle. Its for the best because she has been spending the most time with her. It just makes it a bit of a trip for me.
She is showing some movement on her right side which is good and has been getting all kinds of therapy. She has more people hovering over her than the president. If she were not sick she would be loving it because she loves being the center of attention. She still cannot talk and seems to be having problems with her vision but they tell us that is normal in stroke victims.
My sister is flying out here next week with my nephew. It was a hard decision for her to make because by coming now she may not be able to come visit later if something goes drastically wrong. She decided that it would be better for her and Owen to take that risk because she would rather Owen remember my grandma when she is relatively well and not when she is at deaths door. I think that it's mostly my sister that doesn't want the last time she sees grandma to be at her funeral. Anyway she will be here next tuesday. Dad and I are frantically trying to get the house cleaned up and 2 year old safe.
It is so hard seeing my grandma like that and I hate going to the hospital yet I feel driven to go there as much as possible. I know how hard it must be for grandma to be like that. She has always been such a social butterfly that not being able to talk must be driving her wild. I go there and talk to her and she looks so dazed and old and fragile my heart just breaks and I want to cry and then I talk to her and she smiles at me and it makes the whole thing worth it to know that she recognizes me and realizes I'm there.
I am utterly tired because on top of all this stuff with my grandma next week is finals as trying to get all this other stuff done I have to study as well.
She is showing some movement on her right side which is good and has been getting all kinds of therapy. She has more people hovering over her than the president. If she were not sick she would be loving it because she loves being the center of attention. She still cannot talk and seems to be having problems with her vision but they tell us that is normal in stroke victims.
My sister is flying out here next week with my nephew. It was a hard decision for her to make because by coming now she may not be able to come visit later if something goes drastically wrong. She decided that it would be better for her and Owen to take that risk because she would rather Owen remember my grandma when she is relatively well and not when she is at deaths door. I think that it's mostly my sister that doesn't want the last time she sees grandma to be at her funeral. Anyway she will be here next tuesday. Dad and I are frantically trying to get the house cleaned up and 2 year old safe.
It is so hard seeing my grandma like that and I hate going to the hospital yet I feel driven to go there as much as possible. I know how hard it must be for grandma to be like that. She has always been such a social butterfly that not being able to talk must be driving her wild. I go there and talk to her and she looks so dazed and old and fragile my heart just breaks and I want to cry and then I talk to her and she smiles at me and it makes the whole thing worth it to know that she recognizes me and realizes I'm there.
I am utterly tired because on top of all this stuff with my grandma next week is finals as trying to get all this other stuff done I have to study as well.