May 07, 2008 01:35
Where to start? I'm not even sure where.
God, I just wish it wasn't happening.
...Grandpa isn't going back to his apartment. He has to stay at the nursing home.
Now before I'm sure someone yells at me or says something along the lines of, "Well, don't scare me like that", let me explain.
First off, I was under the impression my grandfather was getting better. Not to say he was healthy and fine, but he was getting better, to the point he could go back to his apartment tomorrow. But, he's still not physically well enough, and now, the apartment place wants him to pass a physical exam before he can come back (which I know he can't do).
Secondly, though I haven't said it to anyone, one of the reasons I think Grandpa does so well when he's in rehab at the nursing home versus at his apartment is yes, because he does eat more and isn't allowed any alcohol, but it's also because he thinks or knows that it's only temporary. He knows he has somewhere else to go to. But, with him living at the nursing home, that isn't possible. In addition, I don't think he'll be given the physical therapy once he starts living there.
I just... Goddamnit, I went through this once with Grams... It tore my mom's side of the family apart for years (Grams died back in 2002, and the family is just now finally starting to talk to one another again). It nearly killed me.
I just...I don't know if I can handle it again...