||[Mar. 1st, 2008|11:55 pm]
So I haven't written here in a while.
Life has been.. life. I don't want to write because I feel like I just bitch about things in my life all the time, like there's nothing good. There is good, small good between the consistent bigger bad that seems to keep hitting.
Good things.. Lets see.
My brother wants me to move to Oregon and move in with he and his wife. I may do that this year once my son is out of school. Nothing is certain at all, though I have started applying for jobs there to get things rolling.
I went to the Museum of Natural History today with my son, and that was pretty cool. Have some neat pictures of things there, may post some later.
A friend is supposed to visit in April, so that could be cool.
And the bad.
My grandmother, the one who has been having the strokes, has been acting weird lately, but she either doesn't realize it or she doesn't want to admit it. It might be stress from life, but there are other physical things that are happening, things like having a lot more trouble keeping her balance. She stumbles a lot, bumps into things, a lot more then she used to. She's never been graceful, but it's gotten worse.
She's also apparently utterly incapable of judging what is healthy and what is not. We've been working (fighting) to get a healthier diet for her, and it was going better, then she started to rebel with lunches. She makes the claim that she's eating a healthy lunch, but when I started looking at what she's eating, well.. she's eating salad, yes, but a salad topped with meat (steak, sausage, bacon) cheese, cruotons and dressing does not fall into that category. Getting her to understand this is another matter entirely. It wouldn't be so bad if it were just a little of each thing, but I kid you not, the other day she put up an entire cut up steak on top of a salad for lunch.
It's frustrating, but there's only so much we can do.
Then there's my great-grandmother who went into the hospital a few weeks ago. She had some serious abdominal pain going on, to the point that they had her on a morphine drip, and ended up having an obstructed bowel. Ouch. So they went in for surgery, almost telling us to expect her to die during the surgery without actually saying it. They did that whole "Prepare yourselves" thing.
She ended up coming through the surgery better then expected, which was great. She was starting to recover really well, no longer in pain, looking like she was going to be released in a couple weeks.
Then a couple days later, she started having some troubles again and, well, to not give too many details, due to a hysterectomy many a year ago, her bladder is fallen and she can't empty it all the way. The only way to fix this is more surgery, and they refuse to do it because she's 90 and has just undergone surgery, so she's had to have a catheter put in and they are no longer saying she's going to be released soon. They have her on antibiotics to prevent infection, and she's doing OK otherwise, which is good, but the fact that they've stopped talking about releasing her is a bit worrying. Living in a hospital can be so depressing, one of the reasons that she's lived on her own this whole time. Yes, she is 90 and still has her own place. She's stubborn. That must be where I get it from.
Anyway, all of this has been happening and I'm still sick. I haven't wanted to complain about that either. It's not as bad as it was, but it's not going away, and because I've been sick I haven't wanted to visit my Nana in the hospital for fear of giving her this and making her even worse.
So there you have it. The good and the bad.
And now, time to sleep.
Or to catch up on Lost.