Prologue:
It was the 20th, the day before my grand fathers surgery. Got up in the morning, made him some coffee and gave him his medicine, he read the paper a bit and went back to sleep. I stayed up all day and night in anticipation for the surgery. Gramps normally skips breakfast and lunch because he's stubborn and keeps telling me "I have never eaten breakfast and rarely ever eat lunch," thus leaving dinner about the only meal he will eat. That night I made up Vodka Chicken with Linguine pasta. He liked it. I cleaned all of his sheets while he was in the shower after dinner, got him covered with warm blankets and such. Like I said, he went to bed, I just stayed awake the whole time waiting for the time to get him out of bed and off to the hospital. We left the house at about Five Twentyish and arrived at about ten minutes to Six. I sat in the waiting room for at least three hours waiting to hear how Gramps made out, and eventually got the news he did great and that he was in a room recovering so I went home and did the only thing I could; sleep. It was Tuesday, the 21st when this all happened.
The Saga begins:
Now it's Wednesday, I wake up feeling a bit better, but over all a bit worked over. I got a call from Gramps at the hospital where he asked me to bring him his cell phone, so I did. When I got up to his room on the fifth floor I was a bit confused because he had a cute girl in his room and I thought to myself "This can't be right, we don't know any cute girls," so I went to the nurse's desk and asked them which room he was in, it was the one with the cute girl in it. So I dropped off Gramps phone, and chatted with the cute nurse a bit, but kind of pussed out in terms of missing a perfect opportunity to hit on her. That's another post though.
About three hours later I get a call telling me they are discharging him and to come pick him up, so I did. He seemed fine on the way down from the elevator to the car, but by the time I got him home he was severely weak and a bit confused as to where he was. On the way home he kept asking me, "Where is home?"
When we finally pulled up in the drive way it took me about 10 minutes to get him out of the car because he could not move very well, but when I finally managed to get him out I had him sit down at the table and gave him a semi-fresh cup of coffee and I made him up a plate of left over chicken to eat for lunch. After that he wanted to go on the back porch and smoke a cigarette, so I helped him out there and sat there with him for a bit while he just kind of stared off into space. He asked for some ice cream, which I fetched for him and had to stop eating it because he said it made him cold. By then I wanted to put him in his bed and let him take a nap to regain some strength, he was shivering from eating the ice cream apparently so I tucked him in with at least four blankets and left him to his nap.
At Nine o'clock I heard Gramps get out of bed and call me to grab his phone for him. At first I thought he was just tired, but then as I looked at him and saw the sweat on his brow, and felt his heart pumping erratically in his chest I knew something was up, and took Gramps back to the hospital. I stayed with him til about 9 A.M on Thursday, the 23rd. Which was about when he told me to just go home and get some sleep, which was something I have not really done a lot of lately. I passed out until about 4:30ish before I got up and went to check on Gramps, turns out they moved him from the South Hospital to the North, so I had to drive even further into town to go see how he was doing.
I got there at Five o'clock and ran up five flights of stairs to get to his room. No cute nurses this time though. He was watching the Andy Griffith show on TV, so I just sat down and watched it with him for a bit while he attempted to argue with me about almost everything. He also did not seem to understand where he was because he kept asking me odd questions like "Did we pick up all the tools from the yard before coming here," or "Will I still be able to go up the stairs in my house?" Pops also showed up a bit later, so we both visited with Gramps for a bit, leaving at about fifteen minutes to Seven to make the MCARA meeting.
The meeting was about an hour and a half, and it was interesting, saw some people I had not seen in a while was just wiped out a bit. I made it through the meeting though, and drove home. I tried staying up but by midnight I crashed. Only now waking up, writing this contrived blog post.
Today's Friday, the 24th. What's going to happen today? Hell if I know, I'll keep everyone posted though...
I find it funny how I find a song for every occasion...
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