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Comments (17)
Oh, Trisha,
I'm sorry to hear that.
I'm sending all the positive, healing mojo juju I can muster your way.
Dang, I'd bring you soup if I could.
Posted by lu | September 23, 2006 8:48 PM
Thank you! I just love you, Lu.
She is just so, so out of it. She doesn't know where she is, even.
Posted by t | September 24, 2006 12:02 AM
Loads of mutual affection.
After reading your last post, the story about your grandparents, I've been thinking of my Nana. When she was in the hospital in similar shape, she responded to touch and warm wash cloths. It comforted her to have some one touch her and to wash her face and arms with the cloth. Combing her hair seemed to help too. She needed that kind of warm caress, like we do for our children when they're sick. Really, my heart is there with you - and T, let go of the guilt-it just happens.
Posted by lu | September 24, 2006 7:32 AM
Uff. My mother fell in my kitchen when she was visiting. Just kind of sat down hard, and broke her pelvis.
That kind of break is usually pretty hard on an older person, but sometimes they pass through it and come out the other side.
Thinking of you....
Posted by marian | September 24, 2006 10:11 AM
thanks, guys.
i want to finish writing that post, even though the timing feels weird.
though, the accident directly relates to what i was going to get into with it.
my grandmother has always craved attention, and it never matters if it is positive or negative.
i believe her being in his path, while he was doing the same, exact thing he does every, single time he is here, and has done since he could walk, was her way of literally inserting herself into his world. it was her way of being noticed.
Posted by t | September 24, 2006 11:37 AM
Just came back to check up and I have to say that your appraisal of the situation is impressively honest and has the ring of truth to it, sadly enough.
Posted by marian | September 24, 2006 12:11 PM
Oh no, I'm sorry to hear that. I hope she improves soon. Is Robbie OK?
Posted by Lunasea | September 25, 2006 1:09 PM
T, hope she's doing better. Thinking of you!
Posted by Leslie | September 25, 2006 4:31 PM
Thinking of your grandma and you. SNUGGS
Posted by Anne | September 25, 2006 7:59 PM
Still sending Mojo ju ju.
Posted by lu | September 27, 2006 8:46 PM
Here's hoping your gram is doing better, Trish.
Posted by scotthess | September 28, 2006 12:17 AM
Oh no! Hope she begins improving soon!!
Posted by Jessica | September 28, 2006 10:22 AM
Keeping you, Robbie, and your grandmother in my thoughts.
Posted by Julie | September 28, 2006 10:53 AM
Hey, you. Any news? I've been thinking about you.
Posted by Jennifer | September 28, 2006 8:27 PM
Oh my, that's not good...your analysis of the situation is brutally honest as usual - hope she comes around - if she had surgery, the anesthetic is VERY hard on older folks and can lead to some pretty severe confusion...thinking of you all!
Posted by lizziepea | September 29, 2006 4:18 PM
WOW. That is awful. I hope Robbie doesn't feel badly about it. He doesn't, does he?
Posted by Karla | September 29, 2006 4:54 PM
Robbie has no idea what happened. I think he understood the weirdness of the paramedics in this tiny house, but other than that...
He certainly doesn't think it's his fault at all. I don't think he even knows she is hurt.
She is doing better. She just kind of loses her mind on some days. Doesn't know where she is, combines dreams into reality, stuff like that.
She is in pain. But it doesn't seem too bad. not that we really can know.
Thanks you guys.
I have been extra depressed lately.
Posted by t | September 30, 2006 1:10 PM