My Grannie has been at a nursing home, for physical rehab, for 5 or 6 weeks. Early last week, she called me at 9pm; she is usually sleeping by 6.30 or 7. The conversation was so bizarre, that I can't begin to put it back together. She started talking about 2 men down by the creek that broke the windows out of the nursing home, my mom hiding behind a chair in her room, another resident being offered $50 to kill her, her telling him that was too cheap and he should get at least $200 ... on and on. She called me four times that night, up until about 1.30am. Basically delirious.
They think it was due to dehydration. She's pretty much back to normal now.
This past weekend, Tina's Grannie was taken to the ER because she couldn't breathe and her legs were very swollen. They're pretty sure this is congestive heart failure. They gave her a bunch of drugs that are helping and she's supposed to go home on Friday. The kicker is she's says she's tired of living (98 years old) and was hoping she'd die this time and is kinda mad that she's going home, instead of heaven.
Early Saturday morning, my step-mom was also taken to the ER. She was dizzy, nauseous and very weak. They ran lots of tests and couldn't find anything wrong. She was getting weaker, and having more trouble breathing, by the hour. After they exhausted all the resources in Hallettsville, and much urging by her sisters (2 of whom are nurses there), she was transferred to Methodist here in Houston. More tests and more decline, this morning they had to intubate her. She does not have Covid.
All this is weighing heavily on Tina and I. I'm usually less emotional about all this stuff, but I feel like I'm about to crumble. I'm waiting to wake up and this all be just a bad dream, but I know that's not the case.
Thanks for letting me vent.
They think it was due to dehydration. She's pretty much back to normal now.
This past weekend, Tina's Grannie was taken to the ER because she couldn't breathe and her legs were very swollen. They're pretty sure this is congestive heart failure. They gave her a bunch of drugs that are helping and she's supposed to go home on Friday. The kicker is she's says she's tired of living (98 years old) and was hoping she'd die this time and is kinda mad that she's going home, instead of heaven.
Early Saturday morning, my step-mom was also taken to the ER. She was dizzy, nauseous and very weak. They ran lots of tests and couldn't find anything wrong. She was getting weaker, and having more trouble breathing, by the hour. After they exhausted all the resources in Hallettsville, and much urging by her sisters (2 of whom are nurses there), she was transferred to Methodist here in Houston. More tests and more decline, this morning they had to intubate her. She does not have Covid.
All this is weighing heavily on Tina and I. I'm usually less emotional about all this stuff, but I feel like I'm about to crumble. I'm waiting to wake up and this all be just a bad dream, but I know that's not the case.
Thanks for letting me vent.
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