Marie came into town for Christmas a couple of nights ago. Yesterday we all went over to the hospital to celebrate my grandmother's 82nd birthday. She's been in the hospital for five weeks now, and she's still working on waking up her brain.
I spent the whole day with her on Friday, and she would hardly talk and couldn't even hold a water bottle by herself. On Saturday, she kept asking the nurses for beer, so on Sunday, her birthday, we smuggled one in for her. I held it out to her and said, "Do you want a beer?" I didn't really expect an exuberant response because she hasn't been very exuberant for a few weeks, but she rolled her eyes at me and said, "That's the dumbest question I've ever heard," and snatched the bottle out of my hand and started drinking. So I would say she is doing much better.
Today I have my foot surgery, in the same hospital my grandmother is at. My mom is over there all day with my grandmother, Marie and Lucy are taking me to the hospital, and my dad is stopping by after work, so we're all going to be in the same place at the same time for a little while! It should be interesting...
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Maybe somebody can smuggle in a beer for you...
Claire, I;ve had one too many beers and I had to delete my comment because I called you Marie.
This post is so great. But how is your foot?
Your grandma is awesome!
Stop draggin' yer feet and take yer drugs!
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