When your happy and you know it...

Despite whatever else may go horridly wrong today, I'm happy right. now.

Slept like the dead last night. I left a window open in my bedroom to flood the place with really cold air, and I cuddled beneath my duvet. Didn't twitch, didn't move, just slept. Solid. And I feel *great*. Ahhhhh...this is how cold winter nights should be.

Anyway, with that rousing knowledge firmly in the world's hands, I shall go off and fix me some brekkie.

Only in My Family....

*sigh* It's been an adventurous night in my family. And this is a long, long, LONG post. I'd do the "link" thing, but that requires me engaging brain and figuring it out when I'm stressed.

Many of my friend's know the tales of my Grandmother. She's a very sweet woman, don't get me wrong. I love her dearly, but to put it honestly, she's insane.

Suffering from epilepsy for many years, she's been on a restricted schedule medication that requires a permissional license by the gov't. Yes, the good drugs.

Her recent heart problems (and a stroke or half dozen) have caused a change in her drugs, so we're no longer using barbs. Go us. However, the fact her heart works at 40% efficiency (on a good day), and her brain is pretty much swiss cheese, well... we scale my grandmother as in the "Which solar system are we in today?" to judge things.

For example:
- She's forgotten her eldest son entirely
- Forgotten all her grandchildren (except me, ironically).
- Confused me for my mother, and my mother for me. (Oh, but, she's not alone in this category. I used to call my highschool and pose as my mother, so... *shrug*)
- She's talked to walls as if her dead brother (Davy) were there.
- She takes everything she sees happening on TV as actually true. (Godzilla freaked her.)

Anyway, icing hit the cake today. At 4:30 pm, my grandmother LOST it. Tried to attack my poor 80 year old grandfather with a telephone, grabbed her coat and walked off, howling that her father was beating her.

(The woman is 75. Her father would be 130years old. And still drinking like a fish. Good liver.)

*sigh*

Grandad called 911, she's been admitted to hospital. Previously, the !@#$%&-Goddamn Neurosurgion specialist told us that the MRI revealed that she had endured a "mild stroke."

The nice doctor in Emergency tonight, took a look at that SAME MRI and was stunned. "She's had several SMALL strokes. At least eight." And then pointed each mark on that MRI out that proved it.

Personally, if not for the fact it doesn't change anything, I'd sue the neurosurgion within an inch of his career. This entire tragedy has been tearing my grandfather apart. He's feeling so guilty for losing patience with my grandmother, refuses to get help because she's his responsibility, and not getting any clear answers from these medical specialists.

Finally, the emergency doctor informed my grandfather that:
a) He can't do this alone
b) She's NO WHERE NEAR EARTH (She thinks she's in Scotland, Dad is Uncle Davy --very dead, btw, a good 5 years dead--- and it's 2001) and is technically medically unstable if not fully insane.
c) She may need chronic care, and a observation specialist for Oshawa General will be visiting Gran several time (during her stay in the hospital) to determine this.

He also said:
a) Her bouts of aggression and violence are likely a result of dementia brought on by oxygen shortage to the brain.
b) She is probably STILL periodically having mild strokes
c) Her brain and body can not recover. She's not getting time enough for the brain to reroute.

If she was a computer, and her brain was the motherboard, in A+ terms, metal has hit the board while the current is running and it's FRYING.

*sigh* Dad was there for my Grandfather tonight. Somehow, in gut instinct, I knew something was wrong, because I kept calling trying to find them.

I feel HORRID for my Grandad. He's going through hell. He's been married to my Grandmother for 54 years, through good times and bad. This is a bad time, and he feels like he's failing her. He's not. We (his family) support him (and her care) entirely.

*sigh*

The upside (and downside) is that I won't be at work tomorrow. I'm going to the hospital to visit my Grandmother. Not quite sure which dead relative I'll be, but it should be nifty.