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I went to visit my grandfather in the hospital with my mom today.
In case you don't know: I hate hospitals. Something about the cleanliness and how every thing is so quiet just irks me.
Anyway, he's at the new hospital off of Parker- it's nice. You enter the lobby and there is this giant brick wall. On the adjacent wall, there is a picture of a couple with Jesus. It's kind of odd to see that in such a public place. It was a good picture though, the artist should be proud.
We get there and my grandfather is sitting and trying to eat his dinner. He has dentures, so it's hard for him to chew sometimes. He also has arthritis so he can't really cut his meat without you seeing him wince.
Right there next to him is the container for the stuff that "comes out" if you get what I mean. It's just all around gross.
He started having a coughing fit, and you could tell some stuff was still in his lungs. He rocked back and forth while he was talking- you know that he isn't doing so hot.
But, as my grandfather always does, he makes jokes about everything. I'm pretty sure he's where I got my sense of humor from.
The nurse wasn't all that nice. She came in and told him he needed to take this Iron IV drip thing and she needed to watch him for an hour or so. She tried to get him to move rooms, but my grandpa said no. In defense for the nurse, my grandpa isn't exactly the kindest patient. He's always trying to find some way to push your buttons. He's only joking, usually, though.
I couldn't look when they were playing with his IV tubes. They always do that when I'm visiting him, and I HATE it. Needles terrify me.
Apparently he's doing better though. One of his doctors said he might be able to come home this week.
All this hospital visiting makes me wonder how my grandparents can afford it. He's in the hospital so much...
My plan for tomorrow before I leave:
Fill tires on left side
run/jog/speedwalk
explore the creek a bit?
go to Barnes and Noble and pick up the books Cindy put on reserve for me (<3!!)
start the washer with MY sheets
Amy's been stealing the washer and dryer for her crap even though I need it more...
In case you don't know: I hate hospitals. Something about the cleanliness and how every thing is so quiet just irks me.
Anyway, he's at the new hospital off of Parker- it's nice. You enter the lobby and there is this giant brick wall. On the adjacent wall, there is a picture of a couple with Jesus. It's kind of odd to see that in such a public place. It was a good picture though, the artist should be proud.
We get there and my grandfather is sitting and trying to eat his dinner. He has dentures, so it's hard for him to chew sometimes. He also has arthritis so he can't really cut his meat without you seeing him wince.
Right there next to him is the container for the stuff that "comes out" if you get what I mean. It's just all around gross.
He started having a coughing fit, and you could tell some stuff was still in his lungs. He rocked back and forth while he was talking- you know that he isn't doing so hot.
But, as my grandfather always does, he makes jokes about everything. I'm pretty sure he's where I got my sense of humor from.
The nurse wasn't all that nice. She came in and told him he needed to take this Iron IV drip thing and she needed to watch him for an hour or so. She tried to get him to move rooms, but my grandpa said no. In defense for the nurse, my grandpa isn't exactly the kindest patient. He's always trying to find some way to push your buttons. He's only joking, usually, though.
I couldn't look when they were playing with his IV tubes. They always do that when I'm visiting him, and I HATE it. Needles terrify me.
Apparently he's doing better though. One of his doctors said he might be able to come home this week.
All this hospital visiting makes me wonder how my grandparents can afford it. He's in the hospital so much...
My plan for tomorrow before I leave:
Fill tires on left side
run/jog/speedwalk
explore the creek a bit?
go to Barnes and Noble and pick up the books Cindy put on reserve for me (<3!!)
start the washer with MY sheets
Amy's been stealing the washer and dryer for her crap even though I need it more...
calm