Around here has been absolutely nuts. So, I started school, and there is a butt-load of studying and reading involved in all that. SO I am trying to dedicate time for that on top of being mommy, which I have done a good job of it. Until, last Wednesday, Granny decided to take a tumble at the mailbox. She decided she would jump on out of her car like a spring chicken and get her Albany Herald. See when she did this, she fell. When she fell, she nicked her temporal artery. So she made a huge mess on the sidewalk. We spent all night Wednesday night in the Emergency Room, and she is still hanging out in the hospital. She is doing okay. She is having problems seeing out of the eye on the side she had the laceration on, she is very weak, and in a bit of pain. It scares me, heak she took a tumble for an 85 year old woman. Thank God she did not break anything. The latest, they are going to evaluate her for physical therapy, and it is looking like she will be doing in-hospital rehab for a few more days. I was just talking to Dad, and we both agree she is getting depressed. So if ya would just lift her up if ya think about it. She hasn't really been up and around since she fell. The whole overall situation scares me, not necessarily from a medical standpoint, but just the simple fact that things are not right at home. Granny is missing, and I HATE it! Well enough about that.
Kate, have you popped little Micha out yet?
2 years ago