Grandma went to the hospital on Monday of this week. On Wednesday, we were told that she would be going home. A few hours later, we were told they were going to keep her one more night. Still later, we were told they were releasing her.
The uncertainty made me nervous.
She went home on Wednesday night only to be rushed back to the ER today. She’s been (re)admitted to the hospital and has been waiting for a few hours to be placed in a room.
Since this blog is all about being thankful, let me first say that I am thankful that she is in a place that has the capacity to take care of her if something really bad happens. The alternative would have her at home suffering with no help in sight.
Now that I’ve said that, I also need to say how upset and angry I am that things are happening in this way. If they had to vacillate between keeping her and sending her home, why not just keep her to be safe? Was the decision to send her home based on some other factor than what was in her best interest? Why is she now having to wait for a bed? Considering her symptoms and her age, why is she not more of a priority? They do realize that she is somebody’s grandma, right?
I am angry. I am hurt. I am scared. I am far away. I am powerless. I am praying.
I’m going to have a slice of The Sweet Potato Pie and go to bed.