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94 and Going strong
Some more stuff of little or no consequence which I've done lately that I should record.
My 94 year old grandmother had a episode of something recent - something which would be routine for the young and strong, but knocked around the old dear. She's now in some kind of rehabilitation place in East Burwood. She's been living at home literally until a couple of weeks ago, with some assistance. But she's an independent old biddy, and keeps turning people away at the door saying she doesn't need any help, thank you.
Sounds like the doctors aren't going to let her back to living alone, which is a bit sad. I can somewhat see why - she's got particularly vague, can't remember who she's seen in the last few days, asks the same questions a couple of times over, and can't walk without a frame. She did however delight us all by referring to Sara as my "lady love". Her house is not well adapted for an old lady living there - it's got the steepest driveway I've ever seen!
Anyway, we'll see what happens - I should be so with it when I'm 94. My dad has arranged a tag-team of visitors for her, it sounds like she has at least one relative visit every day.
Her dinner arrived while we were there - they feed 'em at 5PM - and she tried to give me half of it! She had some plain little sandwiches, which she insisted she didn't have space for, I had to prevent her from wrapping them in glad wrap and giving them to me. No way known I could cope with taking food from a little old lady in a hospital!
My 94 year old grandmother had a episode of something recent - something which would be routine for the young and strong, but knocked around the old dear. She's now in some kind of rehabilitation place in East Burwood. She's been living at home literally until a couple of weeks ago, with some assistance. But she's an independent old biddy, and keeps turning people away at the door saying she doesn't need any help, thank you.
Sounds like the doctors aren't going to let her back to living alone, which is a bit sad. I can somewhat see why - she's got particularly vague, can't remember who she's seen in the last few days, asks the same questions a couple of times over, and can't walk without a frame. She did however delight us all by referring to Sara as my "lady love". Her house is not well adapted for an old lady living there - it's got the steepest driveway I've ever seen!
Anyway, we'll see what happens - I should be so with it when I'm 94. My dad has arranged a tag-team of visitors for her, it sounds like she has at least one relative visit every day.
Her dinner arrived while we were there - they feed 'em at 5PM - and she tried to give me half of it! She had some plain little sandwiches, which she insisted she didn't have space for, I had to prevent her from wrapping them in glad wrap and giving them to me. No way known I could cope with taking food from a little old lady in a hospital!