i got encouraging news on gram's broken wrist. late last night the ortho finally set her wrist and she now has a soft cast (i think). she still is in a lot of pain, most of the wrist, some of it the jostling of the fall. she fell on a hard wood floor, and she barely has meat on her bones, so she's going to hurt for a long time. her knee is still a bit weak, but she got a walker that has an adaption for her arm and she was able to walk around her room. it looks like she'll be in the hospital for a few more days. i have no idear what will happen from there, if she'll go home to/with mom or have to go to a physical rehab floor (which she doesn't want). in 6 weeks she'll have the cast removed.
i was on pins and needles from about 6am on, becos mom was going to drop off some stuff before running up to the hospital. i thought she might leave early if she didn't sleep well. 6am passes, 7am passes, and as the time creeps towards 7:30 i am seriously freaking out. while i was washing up dishes i heard the door and yelled. it was mom dropping of the papers - she thought we were upstairs with the kids. i charge after her in tears, asking how grams was, telling her about my stupid dream. she looked at me like i was totally nuts. i was SO convinced that something bad happened during the night. but mom said that grams was fine last night and she'd call when she had news. so around lunch time she called and i got to talk to grams. she sounded good - and it felt good to talk to her. she asked about the kids and the boy's first day of school, and i asked her about her wrist. hopefully she comes home soon. hospital beds are so wretched.
so far no news on MIL. hubby called FIL when he was picking up the boy from school, and the doctor hadn't seen her yet. so it looks like she'll still be in the hospital another day.
i am so glad my dream didn't come true. i hate having such vivid dreams. they run in the family - both my folks are vivid dreamers as is the boy. i wish i was like hubby. he rarely dreams at all, and when he does, they are "polaroid" type dreams - snapshots.
i was on pins and needles from about 6am on, becos mom was going to drop off some stuff before running up to the hospital. i thought she might leave early if she didn't sleep well. 6am passes, 7am passes, and as the time creeps towards 7:30 i am seriously freaking out. while i was washing up dishes i heard the door and yelled. it was mom dropping of the papers - she thought we were upstairs with the kids. i charge after her in tears, asking how grams was, telling her about my stupid dream. she looked at me like i was totally nuts. i was SO convinced that something bad happened during the night. but mom said that grams was fine last night and she'd call when she had news. so around lunch time she called and i got to talk to grams. she sounded good - and it felt good to talk to her. she asked about the kids and the boy's first day of school, and i asked her about her wrist. hopefully she comes home soon. hospital beds are so wretched.
so far no news on MIL. hubby called FIL when he was picking up the boy from school, and the doctor hadn't seen her yet. so it looks like she'll still be in the hospital another day.
i am so glad my dream didn't come true. i hate having such vivid dreams. they run in the family - both my folks are vivid dreamers as is the boy. i wish i was like hubby. he rarely dreams at all, and when he does, they are "polaroid" type dreams - snapshots.
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