My Grammie is in hospital. She was admitted because she kept falling down. She broke her pelvis while in hospital. That kind of forced immobility is usually a death sentence of pneumonia for the elderly.
Today I am antsy, and just have an oppressive feeling of dread. The weather is matching my mood.
I’m afraid to call her. She was so disoriented the last time I did, and I’m not sure she knew who I was. But I’m afraid someone else will be answering.
I don’t want to know.
I’m going to cry now.
Update: I did call and there was no answer. I called my BFF from highschool and asked her to drop by after work and call me. The dread feeling lifted around 4 pm, and I got a call around 8 pm, saying that Grammie was discombobulated, but alive and kicking, and making funnies. I still don’t know what gave me that awful feeling of dread.
