I'm back and I have a good excuse for not posting for a long time, I've been busy dancing attendance on these two lovely ladies. On the left is Mother in Law and on the right is Grandmother. I love them both dearly but Oh. My. God.
Notice the walker in front of Grandmother. She fell last week and conked her head on her bathroom counter hard enough to give her one hell of a concussion and make her brain bleed inside her skull. She's fine now but was in the hospital overnight and the doctors adjusted her meds and instructed her to use a walker if she doesn't want to fall again and risk much worse consequences than a giant goose-egg on the back of her head.
This is her third fall requiring a trip to the emergency room but only the first that was a wake up out of a dead sleep and stumble outside to the car trip. Thank God for small mercies. I was scared to death once I felt her head and thought for sure that she had a fractured skull. But damn if she isn't one tough cookie. I'm pretty sure she's made out of flubber.
The last time she fell was ALSO during one of Mother in Law's visits. I think Grandmother gets jealous of the attention.
Mother in Law is doing ok. Her health is a lot worse than it was last year and communicating via sign language and elaborate games of charades is still exhausting but she's here and its going well. The Things spend hours with her learning farsi and playing games, they are so unbelievably patient with her it just blows my mind.
She will be with us for another two weeks then will stay with husband's brother and his family for three weeks and then she will go home. I suspect this will be her last visit here, especially if her health continues to deteriorate, so we are enjoying her while we've got her. (Except for shopping, I LOATHE shopping with two old ladies. It's like taking turtles for a walk. And stopping every foot or so to examine everything in every fucking aisle.)
Here's me and my favorite crotchety old lady.
And my diet started today, apparently a side effect of going back to school is weigh gain. Joy.