Hmmph - have been reading the newspapers online end to end the last week or so, that both my blog and my appreciation of life within my own little bubble, not meaning battles half a word away, has gone downhill a bit the last week. But back to blogging on a regular basis hopefully...
My grandfather has been in hospital the last week. A flare up of pneumonia again, which he hasn't quite seemed to kick the last few months - last weekend, he went to bed on Friday night, wouldn't get out of bed on Saturday, and then when he did get out, to the bathroom, on Sunday, he got there, but when trying to come back his legs gave out and he couldn't stand. Also having the 'usual' hallucinations as well, which he has when he is sick.
My grandmother rang my uncle, who lives around the corner from them, who then insisted they ring the ambulance - my grandparents have all the bells and whistles and panic buttons and all to go straight through to the paramedics, but they either don't want to cause the fuss or are too proud to actually use it - I guess I can't comment until I get into my seventies to see whether that is a valid point of view or not, but from the viewpoint of forty years in age away, it seems a bit silly.
So he has been in the hospital the last week - it wasn't looking so good last Monday and Tuesday, as he was being 'a bit of a handful' as the hospital staff were saying. He was sure the nurses were playing up with the other patients and wanted to leave, he tried to throw a fire extinguisher through a first floor window - the security guy was amazed when he caught up with my grandfather, for someone who was having trouble standing a few hours before.
But over this weekend, the news sounded better - he was responding well to whatever treatment they had put him on, and he was likely to be out of hospital mid week rather than later on. It's all kicking on from the cancer he has had diagnosed for the past seven or eight years of course - there was a time there where we weren't sure whether he would be around for his fiftieth wedding anniversary, which was June 2000.
And of course, thinking that I haven't seen the grandparents for a good eighteen months now, and was remember how leaving at the airport it was awkward because I wasn't sure when I would be back again - also what the situation would be when I got back. I was having a vague idea that I would get back over next February, but it always strikes at my heart when bad things health wise are happening over there...
Should I get over now, can I leave it any longer, say next February, and guiltily, remembering that the last time I was over, my grandfather was in fine form. The alternate being to see him sickly now. Evil cowardly thinking of course, but I do have to admit that it is there.
Enough of the maudlinity, if that is a word...
Paul
My grandfather has been in hospital the last week. A flare up of pneumonia again, which he hasn't quite seemed to kick the last few months - last weekend, he went to bed on Friday night, wouldn't get out of bed on Saturday, and then when he did get out, to the bathroom, on Sunday, he got there, but when trying to come back his legs gave out and he couldn't stand. Also having the 'usual' hallucinations as well, which he has when he is sick.
My grandmother rang my uncle, who lives around the corner from them, who then insisted they ring the ambulance - my grandparents have all the bells and whistles and panic buttons and all to go straight through to the paramedics, but they either don't want to cause the fuss or are too proud to actually use it - I guess I can't comment until I get into my seventies to see whether that is a valid point of view or not, but from the viewpoint of forty years in age away, it seems a bit silly.
So he has been in the hospital the last week - it wasn't looking so good last Monday and Tuesday, as he was being 'a bit of a handful' as the hospital staff were saying. He was sure the nurses were playing up with the other patients and wanted to leave, he tried to throw a fire extinguisher through a first floor window - the security guy was amazed when he caught up with my grandfather, for someone who was having trouble standing a few hours before.
But over this weekend, the news sounded better - he was responding well to whatever treatment they had put him on, and he was likely to be out of hospital mid week rather than later on. It's all kicking on from the cancer he has had diagnosed for the past seven or eight years of course - there was a time there where we weren't sure whether he would be around for his fiftieth wedding anniversary, which was June 2000.
And of course, thinking that I haven't seen the grandparents for a good eighteen months now, and was remember how leaving at the airport it was awkward because I wasn't sure when I would be back again - also what the situation would be when I got back. I was having a vague idea that I would get back over next February, but it always strikes at my heart when bad things health wise are happening over there...
Should I get over now, can I leave it any longer, say next February, and guiltily, remembering that the last time I was over, my grandfather was in fine form. The alternate being to see him sickly now. Evil cowardly thinking of course, but I do have to admit that it is there.
Enough of the maudlinity, if that is a word...
Paul
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