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They Come in Threes
May. 10th, 2004 05:22 pmMy grandmother is taking a turn for the worse... now I seriously dread answering my phone when the number is restricted... it's probably the hospital telling me something happened.
This weekend was a mix of good and bad fortune.
A skating friend from NY was getting married to his boyfriend in New Paltz, NY on Saturday -- it was awesome. S&J, along with 16 other same sex couples got married, and I cried 17 times. The original plan was for me, another one of our friends and The Boy, were going to go up together...
I then rescinded my offer to The Boy, because I felt it was very unfair to Mac that I have not seen him in almost 2 months... and just keep procrastinating the break up. The Boy understood, and wished me luck... The Boy will, however, come to the reception in July, Saturday was just the ceremony.
Friday, my friend and I arrive in New York... Mac arrives at my house soon thereafter. Things are incredibly luke warm on my end, I chalked it up to being tired and having allergies, which was true. Saturday, after the wedding and dinner out, I return to my apartment and yet again, act very luke warm... SO much so that he asked me "are you not attracted to me anymore?" and I should have said "It's not that I am not attracted to you anymore, it's that I think you're not attracted to me." But instead, I just shrugged it off, and avoided it again. Sunday we part, on "meh" terms... I didn't get it done. But, the events of this weekend give me a lot of material for a Dear John sort of thing. Unfortunately, I think it has to boil down to that.
As an aside... S&J told me that their gaydar went off when they met Mac months ago. It's nice to know I am probably not far off the mark, but boy is that closet deep.
Anyway.
Sunday, I am on my way to deliver my mother's wheelchair to my grandmother. I had to park down the block, and as I got to her building, I see there is an ambulance in front loading a man inside. No, I don't know him... so I continue up the steps to the front door -- and ask the security guard to buzz up to my grandmother's apt... he then tells me that it was her being loaded into the ambulance. It took me the longest few seconds to digest this information, because the person loaded in did NOT look like her... and I had just spoken to the aide a few hours earlier... and why didn't the aide call me? I sprinted out to the ambulance to catch them before they left... for them to please tell me this is not true...
It was. She looked horrible. I told them what hospital to go to, and that I'd meet them there later. I picked up my friend, and we went to the hospital and spent the next 5 hours there. My friend is a Goddess... not only because she stayed with me, but she's always there for me... and she speaks Geriatric. My grandmother was moaning and in pain, and she could translate the mumbles for me.
This is where things stand:
She has a massive pneumonia in the left lung
She has some cracked ribs, but we don't know why
Her kidneys aren't functioning too well, but that may be due to dehydration
Fixing the dehydration MAY help, but they won't know until later
Her intestines are "thickened" which may be due to lack of blood supply, which will eventually cause the bowels to die, which is terminal in and of itself
She is not a candidate for surgery, being 94, and frail in all aspects with all of her conditions
Sigh. So I am back in NYC today, really really tired, have an exam tomorrow that I haven't studied for yet, and my grandmother is in the ICU, and I am just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
This weekend was a mix of good and bad fortune.
A skating friend from NY was getting married to his boyfriend in New Paltz, NY on Saturday -- it was awesome. S&J, along with 16 other same sex couples got married, and I cried 17 times. The original plan was for me, another one of our friends and The Boy, were going to go up together...
I then rescinded my offer to The Boy, because I felt it was very unfair to Mac that I have not seen him in almost 2 months... and just keep procrastinating the break up. The Boy understood, and wished me luck... The Boy will, however, come to the reception in July, Saturday was just the ceremony.
Friday, my friend and I arrive in New York... Mac arrives at my house soon thereafter. Things are incredibly luke warm on my end, I chalked it up to being tired and having allergies, which was true. Saturday, after the wedding and dinner out, I return to my apartment and yet again, act very luke warm... SO much so that he asked me "are you not attracted to me anymore?" and I should have said "It's not that I am not attracted to you anymore, it's that I think you're not attracted to me." But instead, I just shrugged it off, and avoided it again. Sunday we part, on "meh" terms... I didn't get it done. But, the events of this weekend give me a lot of material for a Dear John sort of thing. Unfortunately, I think it has to boil down to that.
As an aside... S&J told me that their gaydar went off when they met Mac months ago. It's nice to know I am probably not far off the mark, but boy is that closet deep.
Anyway.
Sunday, I am on my way to deliver my mother's wheelchair to my grandmother. I had to park down the block, and as I got to her building, I see there is an ambulance in front loading a man inside. No, I don't know him... so I continue up the steps to the front door -- and ask the security guard to buzz up to my grandmother's apt... he then tells me that it was her being loaded into the ambulance. It took me the longest few seconds to digest this information, because the person loaded in did NOT look like her... and I had just spoken to the aide a few hours earlier... and why didn't the aide call me? I sprinted out to the ambulance to catch them before they left... for them to please tell me this is not true...
It was. She looked horrible. I told them what hospital to go to, and that I'd meet them there later. I picked up my friend, and we went to the hospital and spent the next 5 hours there. My friend is a Goddess... not only because she stayed with me, but she's always there for me... and she speaks Geriatric. My grandmother was moaning and in pain, and she could translate the mumbles for me.
This is where things stand:
She has a massive pneumonia in the left lung
She has some cracked ribs, but we don't know why
Her kidneys aren't functioning too well, but that may be due to dehydration
Fixing the dehydration MAY help, but they won't know until later
Her intestines are "thickened" which may be due to lack of blood supply, which will eventually cause the bowels to die, which is terminal in and of itself
She is not a candidate for surgery, being 94, and frail in all aspects with all of her conditions
Sigh. So I am back in NYC today, really really tired, have an exam tomorrow that I haven't studied for yet, and my grandmother is in the ICU, and I am just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
