So, the first part of this TMI will be scary/sad. Don't get weepy. It turns out okay.
As you know, I love and adore my almost-86-year-old Grandma, who lives about two hours away from me. She had hip replacement surgery a few weeks ago and was moved to the hospital's rehab unit a few days later.
All was going well, until amost two weeks ago on a Sunday night, when my mom got the call that she had been completely unresponsive for over 45 minutes. (All her vitals were okay, but she wouldn't respond to painful stimuli -- like a sterum rub, which supposedly hurts like hell.)
(EKG, EEG, all that were normal. A stroke was ruled out. But still.)
My whole family RUSHED to Bloomington to be with her that night, fearing the worst. Our fears were 100% justified because she claimed that while she was "out" that she saw the pearly gates! She's all, "Let me tell you how you go; I'm at peace about it; line the box with pink and put me in my pink robe; I'm proud of my family, blah, sad, etc..."
Here's where it turns out okay: she's still with us.
And here's when it gets funny: my mom and I went to visit her again this past weekend.
So, my mom had previously seen me getting into the shower, huge preggers boobs and all... you know, with the darkened nips to boot! (If you didn't know, now you do... that happens.)
Anyway, my mother decides to pull the curtain around my grandma's bed. "Show Mammaw your boobs!" she said.
So, I flashed my bedridden Mammaw, who took one look and decided, "You'll scare the baby!"
Meanwhile, my grandma's roommate seems to be wondering what we're up to. My mom explains about the peep show I've given.
THEN, my grandma says, "Show her!"
I'm all, "Mammaw, no, I'm not showing your rehab roommate my boobs. No way."
Awhile later, my Mammaw (whose short term memory isn't what it used to be by a long shot) asks, "Will you show 'em to me again?"
I oblige, but tell her with my shirt still lifted up that I can NOT believe she wanted me to flash her roommate.
My Mammaw has disapproval all over her face and shakes her head as I put my shirt back down.
"You should have showed her, Amber. She would have enjoyed it! She has all sons."
In closing, I would like to take this moment to say that I am not sure how much longer I've got left with my Mammaw... yet I'm so thankful to still be able to make those memories.
All was going well, until amost two weeks ago on a Sunday night, when my mom got the call that she had been completely unresponsive for over 45 minutes. (All her vitals were okay, but she wouldn't respond to painful stimuli -- like a sterum rub, which supposedly hurts like hell.)
(EKG, EEG, all that were normal. A stroke was ruled out. But still.)
My whole family RUSHED to Bloomington to be with her that night, fearing the worst. Our fears were 100% justified because she claimed that while she was "out" that she saw the pearly gates! She's all, "Let me tell you how you go; I'm at peace about it; line the box with pink and put me in my pink robe; I'm proud of my family, blah, sad, etc..."
Here's where it turns out okay: she's still with us.
And here's when it gets funny: my mom and I went to visit her again this past weekend.
So, my mom had previously seen me getting into the shower, huge preggers boobs and all... you know, with the darkened nips to boot! (If you didn't know, now you do... that happens.)
Anyway, my mother decides to pull the curtain around my grandma's bed. "Show Mammaw your boobs!" she said.
So, I flashed my bedridden Mammaw, who took one look and decided, "You'll scare the baby!"
Meanwhile, my grandma's roommate seems to be wondering what we're up to. My mom explains about the peep show I've given.
THEN, my grandma says, "Show her!"
I'm all, "Mammaw, no, I'm not showing your rehab roommate my boobs. No way."
Awhile later, my Mammaw (whose short term memory isn't what it used to be by a long shot) asks, "Will you show 'em to me again?"
I oblige, but tell her with my shirt still lifted up that I can NOT believe she wanted me to flash her roommate.
My Mammaw has disapproval all over her face and shakes her head as I put my shirt back down.
"You should have showed her, Amber. She would have enjoyed it! She has all sons."
In closing, I would like to take this moment to say that I am not sure how much longer I've got left with my Mammaw... yet I'm so thankful to still be able to make those memories.
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| *pre-preggers size.* they are now quite unsightly. just ask my grandma. |
Thank you.
Comments
:) You've been missed... and you can back full force! I love every minute of it!
Anyway...god bless grams - she is a gem. :)
http://2manypronouns.blogspot.com/2010/09/winner-winner.html
Email me with your address: ashleystone@insightbb.ocm
Yay!
So...*raises eyebrows, opens eyes wide, nods a little*