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May. 31st, 2005 07:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mommydamaSo, Zoe has a horrendous ear infection. No fever at all. Not even much complaining. Just gunk in her ear that looks and smells horrible. We spent six hours in the ER yesterday. She has a "72 hour ENT consult" which I hope means we will be able to see the ENT within three days. The ER doc said her tube is clogged with nasty stuff and may have to be cleaned out. Man. I'm glad I didn't let this go any longer than I did. I'm glad I listened to myself and not Brad who kept saying she just had wax in her ears. Her intermittent mentions of pain coupled with the disgusting stuff coming out of her ear just didn't sit well with me, ya know?
My grandpa is in the hospital. He was jaundiced apparently. No one has been able to figure out why, but he's had to be restrained because he is so disoriented and confused. Grandpa is 86(?), I think, and has had a hard time lately. As long as he is at home with Grandma, he is fine. But if he leaves home he gets very upset and confused. I guess he wouldn't stay in his hospital bed and kept pulling out the tubes and stuff. I feel so bad for him and for Grandma. It makes getting old so frightening. I hope he can go back home soon and rest peacefully and without fear. I hope he gets to die there, without the fear and confusion a hospital would be to him. *sigh* Not much chance of that in our world, huh?
We've been really busy lately. I'd love to write some of the more interesting stuff that floods my brain from time to time. The poems. The random thoughts. The theological ponderings. But I just don't have time. Oh well. Probably better that way.
My grandpa is in the hospital. He was jaundiced apparently. No one has been able to figure out why, but he's had to be restrained because he is so disoriented and confused. Grandpa is 86(?), I think, and has had a hard time lately. As long as he is at home with Grandma, he is fine. But if he leaves home he gets very upset and confused. I guess he wouldn't stay in his hospital bed and kept pulling out the tubes and stuff. I feel so bad for him and for Grandma. It makes getting old so frightening. I hope he can go back home soon and rest peacefully and without fear. I hope he gets to die there, without the fear and confusion a hospital would be to him. *sigh* Not much chance of that in our world, huh?
We've been really busy lately. I'd love to write some of the more interesting stuff that floods my brain from time to time. The poems. The random thoughts. The theological ponderings. But I just don't have time. Oh well. Probably better that way.
