Update on the grandmother...
May. 7th, 2010 08:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
obliviousally_ljSo, here's the most recent news on my grandmother.
My mom picked me up to go into town yesterday because they were detatching her ventilator at 3PM. The drive into town was, of course, retarded because Bud had to make a scene about things and generally drive like he was out of his mind because he wanted my mom to be at the hospital on time so 'no one looked at her sideways' about it.
We got to the hospital and had to suit up because my grandma has a staph infection of some sort. So that meant gowns, face masks AND gloves. To be quite honest, the mere thought of contracting that kept me at a safe distance. Plus, I'm not exactly one for being all up on someone and holding hands/getting close to their face when they're sick.
The hospital chaplain came down and prayed for my grandmother, then we stepped out while the nurse gave her a shot of morphine and removed the ventilator tubes and all that mess.
My mom expected her to go pretty quickly, but her breathing was still strong and her heartbeat was still good. She was just completely out of it. She'd open her eyes from time to time, but I don't really think she could see us, or tell what was going on.
The whole ordeal was really anti-climatic. I think we were all expecting her to go fast, but she's pretty stubborn.
I also realized I get more upset seeing other people upset than I do at the actual situation. Like, had this happened eight years ago when I still lived with/visted my grandmother a lot and she was still, y'know, herself, it would have been a lot harder. But her health has been declining for the last two years and I guess my mental state has just come to terms with it. I feel worse for my mom than anything else, really.
Once I realized she really wasn't going anywhere, I got the hell out of the hot gown and went outside to give TJ a call and let him know how things were going. Not long after that, my mom told me to go ahead and head back home so I could do whatever plans I had for the night. I didn't expect to be there very long once she stabalized, so it wasn't a complete surprise. She was just happy I came out on such short notice.
As of last night, she was still holding on. This morning, I'll assume, as well. Since I haven't gotten a call yet.
My mom picked me up to go into town yesterday because they were detatching her ventilator at 3PM. The drive into town was, of course, retarded because Bud had to make a scene about things and generally drive like he was out of his mind because he wanted my mom to be at the hospital on time so 'no one looked at her sideways' about it.
We got to the hospital and had to suit up because my grandma has a staph infection of some sort. So that meant gowns, face masks AND gloves. To be quite honest, the mere thought of contracting that kept me at a safe distance. Plus, I'm not exactly one for being all up on someone and holding hands/getting close to their face when they're sick.
The hospital chaplain came down and prayed for my grandmother, then we stepped out while the nurse gave her a shot of morphine and removed the ventilator tubes and all that mess.
My mom expected her to go pretty quickly, but her breathing was still strong and her heartbeat was still good. She was just completely out of it. She'd open her eyes from time to time, but I don't really think she could see us, or tell what was going on.
The whole ordeal was really anti-climatic. I think we were all expecting her to go fast, but she's pretty stubborn.
I also realized I get more upset seeing other people upset than I do at the actual situation. Like, had this happened eight years ago when I still lived with/visted my grandmother a lot and she was still, y'know, herself, it would have been a lot harder. But her health has been declining for the last two years and I guess my mental state has just come to terms with it. I feel worse for my mom than anything else, really.
Once I realized she really wasn't going anywhere, I got the hell out of the hot gown and went outside to give TJ a call and let him know how things were going. Not long after that, my mom told me to go ahead and head back home so I could do whatever plans I had for the night. I didn't expect to be there very long once she stabalized, so it wasn't a complete surprise. She was just happy I came out on such short notice.
As of last night, she was still holding on. This morning, I'll assume, as well. Since I haven't gotten a call yet.
