My family is Batpoop crazy
OMg my family is insane. I've been wanting to update on my grandmother. But it seems like to update on her condition is only one piece as to what's going on. Why I feel like screaming and crying. And why my family is fucking insane.
I drove down yesterday late morning to go see my grandmother. When I walked into the hospital room , the exact words were 'who told you?' and 'I didn't call you.' Between my grandmother, my aunt and my grandfather.
My grandmother was much more lucid than I anticipated. She's usually on a 10-15 minute loop, where she'll ask the same questions or tell the same stories like every 10-15 minutes. Yesterday she was on a 45 minute loop. I think in the three and a half hours I was there she asked where the baby was/who was watching her 3 or 4 times. Which for her is awesome. I think it helps they gave her, her memory meds in the morning. Only one time she sorta confused people/spouses. At one point she turned to my aunt, who was sitting in the chair I had sat in for the first hour I was there and asked her if Mike (my husband) knew she was there.
My grandmother had surgery last nite. My uncle texted me once she was awake to let me know she was awake but confused. Which is a normal reaction to surgical anathesia let alone someone with diabteic dementia/pre-Alzheimer's.
What made me crazy. My aunt and uncle kept pulling me aside to tell me how much they hated the other one. and once my grandparents die, they're never speaking to the other person again.
It made me feel as though we were kids on a fucking playground, and everyone is trying to pick sides.
To be honest, I wish my mother was alive just so I didn't have to deal with this bullshit. I think that's part of why I was SO compelled to be there.
I'm not a huge fan of either my aunt or my uncle, but they are my family.
My aunt has NEVER been good with maintaining a relationship, that was my mom's thing. Like she pushed and maintained it.
My uncle I'm only in contact with one because my cousins are still 'young' one's bar mitzvah was last year and the 'big one' is a freshman in college. IT also helps I'm on facebook, so it's less of 'working' at contact, and it's facebook. you know?
I could bitch and cry and whine and moan a lot more about my family, the dynamics and some of our conversations yesterday, however this was pretty much a check in.
I'm planning on going back to the hospital tommorrow an hour away. I figured, today post-op would unravel me emotionally.
One piece that we're overall are going to have to deal with. Realistically, my grandmother is 86, with a broken hip. Recovery is not going to be simple. Her building overall isn't conducive to wheelchairs, there is one ramp onto the first floor, but the door opening isn't THAT amazing.
In my head I just always assumed, the apartments would remain in the family. Now I'm emotionally acknowledging, that we collectively may be cleaning out the apartments to sell them sooner rather than later.
I drove down yesterday late morning to go see my grandmother. When I walked into the hospital room , the exact words were 'who told you?' and 'I didn't call you.' Between my grandmother, my aunt and my grandfather.
My grandmother was much more lucid than I anticipated. She's usually on a 10-15 minute loop, where she'll ask the same questions or tell the same stories like every 10-15 minutes. Yesterday she was on a 45 minute loop. I think in the three and a half hours I was there she asked where the baby was/who was watching her 3 or 4 times. Which for her is awesome. I think it helps they gave her, her memory meds in the morning. Only one time she sorta confused people/spouses. At one point she turned to my aunt, who was sitting in the chair I had sat in for the first hour I was there and asked her if Mike (my husband) knew she was there.
My grandmother had surgery last nite. My uncle texted me once she was awake to let me know she was awake but confused. Which is a normal reaction to surgical anathesia let alone someone with diabteic dementia/pre-Alzheimer's.
What made me crazy. My aunt and uncle kept pulling me aside to tell me how much they hated the other one. and once my grandparents die, they're never speaking to the other person again.
It made me feel as though we were kids on a fucking playground, and everyone is trying to pick sides.
To be honest, I wish my mother was alive just so I didn't have to deal with this bullshit. I think that's part of why I was SO compelled to be there.
I'm not a huge fan of either my aunt or my uncle, but they are my family.
My aunt has NEVER been good with maintaining a relationship, that was my mom's thing. Like she pushed and maintained it.
My uncle I'm only in contact with one because my cousins are still 'young' one's bar mitzvah was last year and the 'big one' is a freshman in college. IT also helps I'm on facebook, so it's less of 'working' at contact, and it's facebook. you know?
I could bitch and cry and whine and moan a lot more about my family, the dynamics and some of our conversations yesterday, however this was pretty much a check in.
I'm planning on going back to the hospital tommorrow an hour away. I figured, today post-op would unravel me emotionally.
One piece that we're overall are going to have to deal with. Realistically, my grandmother is 86, with a broken hip. Recovery is not going to be simple. Her building overall isn't conducive to wheelchairs, there is one ramp onto the first floor, but the door opening isn't THAT amazing.
In my head I just always assumed, the apartments would remain in the family. Now I'm emotionally acknowledging, that we collectively may be cleaning out the apartments to sell them sooner rather than later.