|Gets your juices flowing, eh?|
Granny just got back out of the hospital today. On Tuesday, Mom called me hysterical because they had to rush Granny back into the hospital. That makes time #3 since Xmas Day, and she's spent less time at home than in the hospital since this all hit the fan. Apparently, on Tuesday she fell and Mom couldn't help her back up. She was having some of the same problems that she had around Xmas, and an ambulance was called. While in the hospital this time, they found cancer in her other (right) lung, and gave her a full-body PET scan. Nobody knows the results yet, but she still sounds like she has stroke-face. She said she was so happy to take a nap today without anybody "poking her to wake her up and take a blood sample". I'm not ready to deal with that, but everyone is pushing me to go back and visit her. I know it would lighten her day, but it'd suck for me, and I'm selfish.
So, I guess I'm torn between hanging with Michael Scott or Granny,