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|Wed, 01-24-2007 - 4:01pm|
Well, my life isn't empty...hence the stress.
My DH's grandma (our last surviving grandma) is in the hospital. The initial diagnosis seems to smack of "she is old, who cares." Been there, done that. When my grandma was 85, she broke her hip. The DR actually told the family that there was no sense setting it, she could just go to a home. WELL...we made him tell her and she chewed him up one side and down the other. They set the hip...and she lived at HER home for another 11 years.
So DH is going to the hospital to help his mom and make sure the DRs do right by his grandma.
That leaves me with kids.