And This Time...

It's my grandfather in the hospital. I got a call last night that he'd been admitted. There wasn't a major catastrophe. He hadn't been looking or feeling well for a while. His physical therapist pulled my mom aside to say he's feeling weak and he's in pain a lot and the doctor he had just didn't want to do anything but keep changing his meds. The therapist suggested my mom take him to the ER. She did and they kept him. There's talk now of a nursing home as the next step. He's still mentally "with it" enough that I know that decision will really, really bother him. Just thinking about it makes me want to cry. I came home from work with these great ideas for writing and then I could do nothing after that phone call. I even fell asleep on the couch! Well, maybe tonight I'll get to work.