So here I am sitting in a hospital room hoping and praying my grandma will be ok. She's intubated. She looks so sad and helpless and pathetic. And it breaks my heart. The nurse said that they're concerned about taking the tube out. They're afraid she won't be able to breathe again. Hopefully she will be fine. I was cleaning my room last night and found some old pictures. Two of them were pictures of my great great great grandparents. One was my great grandmas maternal grandparents and the other was the same grandmas paternal grandparents, I believe. Or something like that. Married in 1877 and 1874.
The other was of my grandma when she was little. She looked so familiar and it wasn't labeled who it was. So I asked my mom who it was and yup. My paternal grandma. This is the only time I've been actually scared about her despite the fact that she goes to the hospital more often than I go to the regular doctor.
So, get better grandma. Don't know who else I would harass and rub their hair.
So now I'm going to snuggle my pup and hope for the best.
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