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cabbitzilla) wrote2004-07-18 02:35 pm
cabbitzilla) wrote2004-07-18 02:35 pm
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Today was all set to be a completely draining day; with my grandfather back in the hospital, it meant that after Megan returned from the sewing fitting (which she'd had scheduled for a bit over a week) I'd be taking the car and heading back down to the hospital. Original time schedule had her returning sometime between noon and 1 p.m., which was livable. I was up and mostly ready by ten after 12 p.m., waiting for Megan to get back. One o'clock hit, she still wasn't back, and I started to chafe; it's a flaw in me, I know, but I get seriously twitchy when things have been scheduled and then don't work properly.
Megan finally got back about 1:45 p.m.; the delay had been caused by the other end, and turned out to be something that no one could really help. I grabbed my keys and cigarettes and was halfway to the car when that odd little tug at the back of my mind told me to call. Hrm. Well, as has been noted before, I'm learning to take those tugs at face value and listen to them... so back into the house I went. No answer at my dad's place, no answer at my grandfather's place, answering machine at both sister's homes. Dig through the messages saved on the voice mail and came up with the number for Evelyn's cell phone, and finally got a body.
And learned that my grandfather had been discharged from the hospital maybe twenty minutes ago, and was en-route home, where she'd just arrived herself. Great at least I know where I'm going... um. Well, I guess I'm not. Doctors discharged him with strong warnings to avoid sick folk as much as possible; the antibiotics he'd been on had depressed his immune system, and needed a bit of time to bounce back. As I'm still half sick (but finally seem to be getting better), that puts me on the 'no visits' list. *sigh* I still managed to get an update on his condition, even if I can't visit yet; apparently he had a very minor heart attack while he was stuck and half buried in the garage, and his blood pressure had been low when they admitted him mid-day Friday... but bounced back fast enough that the doctors are classifying it as a fear/stress reaction and thus was nowhere near as worrisome as everyone had thought. (Keep in mind that I am -not- a doctor, nor is my step-mum, and this is the info I've gotten... if it's wrong, don't give me grief over it, okay?) Anyway, he's apparently on the mend again, and this go round, Dad and Evelyn are in the process of getting a LifeAlert system in place for him so that something like this doesn't occur again.
It leaves my nerves jangled; I'm having to trust information given to me rather than seeing him myself. But Evelyn's one of the local folk that I trust to be as objective as possible, so at least my source is reliable. It leaves me with a couple of very local things to take care of, and then I can try and make my mind relax a bit. *rubs her temples* Yeah. Right. Anyway. Um... more as I get more. Thank you to the folks who immediately stepped into the breach with support... I don't know what I'd do without you folk.
*hugs*
Megan finally got back about 1:45 p.m.; the delay had been caused by the other end, and turned out to be something that no one could really help. I grabbed my keys and cigarettes and was halfway to the car when that odd little tug at the back of my mind told me to call. Hrm. Well, as has been noted before, I'm learning to take those tugs at face value and listen to them... so back into the house I went. No answer at my dad's place, no answer at my grandfather's place, answering machine at both sister's homes. Dig through the messages saved on the voice mail and came up with the number for Evelyn's cell phone, and finally got a body.
And learned that my grandfather had been discharged from the hospital maybe twenty minutes ago, and was en-route home, where she'd just arrived herself. Great at least I know where I'm going... um. Well, I guess I'm not. Doctors discharged him with strong warnings to avoid sick folk as much as possible; the antibiotics he'd been on had depressed his immune system, and needed a bit of time to bounce back. As I'm still half sick (but finally seem to be getting better), that puts me on the 'no visits' list. *sigh* I still managed to get an update on his condition, even if I can't visit yet; apparently he had a very minor heart attack while he was stuck and half buried in the garage, and his blood pressure had been low when they admitted him mid-day Friday... but bounced back fast enough that the doctors are classifying it as a fear/stress reaction and thus was nowhere near as worrisome as everyone had thought. (Keep in mind that I am -not- a doctor, nor is my step-mum, and this is the info I've gotten... if it's wrong, don't give me grief over it, okay?) Anyway, he's apparently on the mend again, and this go round, Dad and Evelyn are in the process of getting a LifeAlert system in place for him so that something like this doesn't occur again.
It leaves my nerves jangled; I'm having to trust information given to me rather than seeing him myself. But Evelyn's one of the local folk that I trust to be as objective as possible, so at least my source is reliable. It leaves me with a couple of very local things to take care of, and then I can try and make my mind relax a bit. *rubs her temples* Yeah. Right. Anyway. Um... more as I get more. Thank you to the folks who immediately stepped into the breach with support... I don't know what I'd do without you folk.
*hugs*
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