Nana Update
Just a quick update on Nana. First off, thanks for the support. 
They’ve kept her in for observation for the past two nights, and will be doing so tonight. But it looks as if she’s going home tomorrow.
Nana’s grumpy because she’s not at home, but is more accepting of being at hospital. She’s been eating well, although she did mistakenly try to eat her shampoo. :/ Apparently it was handed to her with stuff that included her dinner. She then complained that she had nothing for her hair when she had a shower.
Oh, Nana.
The odd thing is that I have some of the best and most meaningful conversations with my Nana while she was in the hospital on Friday. Before, I was either too young, or (in recent years) she was too old. When it was just her and me, we had some good talks. Of course, there were some WTF moments from Nana as well.
The main one was when we were talking, she cradled one side of my face in her hand, looked into my eyes and said, “Cathy, promise me you’ll die young.”
My Nana must be a secret WTF Ninja. XD
Someday, when you least expect it, SHE WILL BAMBOOZLE YOU!
Oh, Nana
Today had to be the scariest morning I have ever had. No exaggerating.
It was a holiday today for my place of study, so I had planned to have a sleep in and go with my mother to visit my grandparents (something she does every Friday). Taking my grandfather to the shops went as normal, and we headed home expecting things to go as they usually do.
My grandmother is 84 years old, and quite weak these days. She spends most of her time sleeping or reading books in bed. She has had a few accidents over the past few years, and she really is quite frail.
This morning she was struggling to sit down at the table, and as I helped her she appeared to have a stroke or a seizure. Right in my arms.
Scariest fucking moment of my life, I tell you. Whatever else I thought had been terrible, it all paled when compared to the thought that my Nana might be dying in my arms.
Yeah.
My mother, Grandfather and I did everything right, and by the time the ambulance had shown up Nana had no only regained consciousness, she was speaking as she normally did. Her first words were “I can’t hear what you’re saying”, which is what she says all the time, seeing as she is now deaf. No slurring, no hesitation, same as if we were having tea and someone tried to talk to her.
We’ve spent most of today in hospital - I’ve only just come home now - and, well, she’s actually sounding better than she usually does. She’s more responsive and communicative than normal, everything’s working - her blood pressure’s even better than normal. I don’t know what’s wrong with her (mild heart-attack has been bandied about), and they’re keeping her in overnight for observation.
She gave us all a fright. But hopefully this morning’s fright is the only one we’ll have for a long time. Knock on wood, cross fingers etc.
