Chasing My Tail...

Since I posted last...My "job" has changed. Yes I'm still unemployed but I have become my Grandmother's shadow.

My Grandma has been taking physical therapy for her lower back and leg. So twice a week we go do that. Then...

My aunt and uncle came to visit with my Grandma...while they were here they went around looking at assisted living places. On Monday March 8th...Grandma called me to let me know she was going to move...when I asked when this was her response "In the morning...the moving people will be here at 8am." All I could say was WOW!!!

Tuesday we moved her in and bless her heart she took it like a trooper. She knew she needed to do this move, and let it happen in the fastest way. Tuesday night she got up to go potty in the night and "kicked" her dresser (at 2am--yes that is important to know). I got a phone call Wednesday at 8:30am that she needed to go to Redimed. We got xrays and everything...and YES she broke a toe (the first bone she broke in her 89 years of life). We have tons of doctors to see between regular doctors, specialist, and physical therapy.

Oh yes...I forgot to say Wednesday when we were at Redimed...some dang 9 year old coughed on me and has thrown a big wrench in my life. By Thursday night I had temps up to 104 and trying to keep my Grandmother well, AND to all her appointments. So during the day I would work with her and afternoons/evenings I would sleep. Now after a week of meds and sleeping TONS...I think I'm almost over this monster!

I have to say that at times it's hard to see my Grandmother so needy...but blessed that I can be there to help her out. It's my job to keep all her appointment straight and get her to them. Plus taking care of things at her house that she still has. I'm there almost everyday making sure everything is okay there. It's strange going into her house where she has lived all my life and seeing some of her stuff there and seeing things that have NEVER been moved...be gone.

At times (like today) I walk in and look for things that she has sent me in for and remember silly things of growing up and being in that house. Like hiding from Stephen in a closet...it just is hard to see the changes...but glad its a slow one!

Thanks for reading...I'll try to upload pictures I have taken the last few weeks.