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Dec. 1st, 2004 07:00 pmMy grandfather is sick. This takes me by surprise every time we talk about it because he has always been "the healthy one". But he has been in the hospital for three days now, after six weeks of a worsening malaise and pegged-out blood tests.
This pisses me off because he still has not received the tests he needs to figure out what's the matter, although both my mother and my aunt have made amateur diagnoses that have yet to be disproved. I had a similar problem in the hospital last June... wait all day for the doctor, endure doctor's bafflement, get tests ordered, wait another 24 hours for tests to get run, wait another day after that for results to come in, wait for doctor again... all while you're sitting with an IV in your arm and a bed that won't stop making noise and people are telling you to rest. Ha!
This pisses me off further because he is has had wonky blood tests, as I've said, for six weeks and no one has swung into action to figure out what's going on. When I get a funny test result, though, everyone goes into a flutter and has to determine the cause, stat. Is it because I'm young and he's not? Isn't he at least as valuable as me? He spends all his time taking care of his wife (also in poor health) and his mother-in-law (who is in good health, but poor mind). I have my cats to take care of. Whoo.
I'm also frightened. If he were to die, the family would tailspin. My grandmother is the social center of the family, but my grandfather is the one who steadies her. Elwood* is highly mistrustful of hospitals, and sees them as places where people go to die. I'm ashamed to say that this belief may be rubbing off on me.
(*My husband's new self-selected moniker.)
Have I mentioned that it gets dark at 4:30 in this godforsaken town?
Bleh.
This pisses me off because he still has not received the tests he needs to figure out what's the matter, although both my mother and my aunt have made amateur diagnoses that have yet to be disproved. I had a similar problem in the hospital last June... wait all day for the doctor, endure doctor's bafflement, get tests ordered, wait another 24 hours for tests to get run, wait another day after that for results to come in, wait for doctor again... all while you're sitting with an IV in your arm and a bed that won't stop making noise and people are telling you to rest. Ha!
This pisses me off further because he is has had wonky blood tests, as I've said, for six weeks and no one has swung into action to figure out what's going on. When I get a funny test result, though, everyone goes into a flutter and has to determine the cause, stat. Is it because I'm young and he's not? Isn't he at least as valuable as me? He spends all his time taking care of his wife (also in poor health) and his mother-in-law (who is in good health, but poor mind). I have my cats to take care of. Whoo.
I'm also frightened. If he were to die, the family would tailspin. My grandmother is the social center of the family, but my grandfather is the one who steadies her. Elwood* is highly mistrustful of hospitals, and sees them as places where people go to die. I'm ashamed to say that this belief may be rubbing off on me.
(*My husband's new self-selected moniker.)
Have I mentioned that it gets dark at 4:30 in this godforsaken town?
Bleh.
