All The Things
Monday: My 90-year old grandmother had to be taken to the ER. She was dizzy and nauseous and the people at the home "had never seen her like this." She was discharged at the end of the day after being treated for a potassium deficiency. I had a dentist appointment at 2:30 and found out I have cavities and fillings to replace. It seems as though Casey got Mama's teeth and that is not a good thing. What's another $300 when I'm already dropping a grand on him?
Tuesday: Casey has his dentist appointment at 8:45 so in order for me to take the day off to care for him, I had to come to work from 7-8:30 to play catchup from leaving early on Monday. Casey's sedation and the procedure went as planned. They were able to cap his back teeth and fill some cavities and remove the one loose tooth up front. He now has two teeth missing and it is the cutest thing ever. He's very happy about his "silver Iron Man teeth" and that's really all we can hope for.
At around 5pm, I got a call that my Gran was going to be put on hospice. Husband brought her some Advil at about 6pm and said she was in a wheel chair and very confused.
Wednesday: Today I went to see Gran. She was asleep when I arrived so I woke her up. She was very confused. She said she didn't know if she had gone to the bathroom or not so I asked if she'd like to go. At that time, a nurse came in and told me that yesterday she did not go to the restroom all day but did end up on the toilet last night and peed for five minutes straight. She timed it. She refused food all day yesterday. This morning she choked on her pills and had merely a sip of water. I asked her opinion of it and she said she felt Gran had given up. I agreed. So Gran did not end up using the bathroom after all. She thought I was her grandmother. She asked to go home. She asked why her mother had not come to help her. I tucked her into bed and she was shivering so I just stroked her hair and body until she fell asleep. I stayed there for about a half hour more and then left back to work. Hospice is coming at 3pm to make her comfortable. I assume when hospice comes, there isn't much hope. Gran's mind has been gone for some time now so really his is the best and we are all prepared for her to pass.
In the meantime, I have a dentist appointment coming up to get my work done, Casey has pre-K graduation, there is a test for the City of Oxnard that I was invited to take because a position is opening up. There is chatter that an announcement will be made by July in regards to the job I currently have so I'm on pins and needles about that and hopeful for a raise. Husband worked until 6 last night, went back on call from 11:30pm until 3 a.m. and had to be back today to work from 8:30 to 5:30. He's on call for the following two weekends, 12 hours each day plus a few other days of call during the week. It always seems to happen like this.
Today is the four-year anniversary of my Grandpa dying so I almost expect Gran to die tonight in some cosmic superstitious way because they shared a birthday. When Grandpa was dying, Husband and I were knee-deep in moving ourselves and our son into our house. When Daddy was dying, I was pregnant and Gran's apartment needed to be cleared out because she was being moved into the home. It seems like whenever things are overly busy, one of us drops dead. So these are the things we are going through over here. I hope for my Gran's sake that she "goes home to her mother" soon and effortlessly. As I sat with her, I told her to go if she needs to, just like I did the last time I saw her husband.