At least not anything that requires brain cells cooperating with each other. Am thoroughly (oh my goodness, if you could see how badly I spelled that before spell check fixed it, there would be no need to complete this sentence) exhausted, and not feeling creative at all. Spent a pretty hard day at the hospital with Grandmother. Hard only because her pain meds make her confused, and so there were some tough moments when she couldn't keep things straight or thought people who aren't alive any more were still going to come and visit her, but I can deal with that. It's hard to see her in pain though, and to see how frustrated she is by the fact that she can't do what she wants to do.
Her roommate has a bleed on her brain somewhere, and her behavior is often confused as well: at one point the OT had her up and walking around, and when she saw Grandmother's face (which, thanks to her blood thinners, is spectacularly bruised), she almost started crying and just kept saying "What happened to you? What happened to your face?!?" Grandmother kept asking me who she was, and telling her that she fell down the stairs, but it just got loud and started to spiral up into semi-chaotic cloud of craziness. At that point, it took a lot for me not to start crying too, because between the two of them it was just randomly intense... they each played into the other's bewilderment, and I heaved a huge sigh of relief when the doctors came in to talk to the roommate (who seems like a perfectly lovely woman, btw) and her family. Her family seems so lost, I could see on her daughter's face the sense of "what the hell is going on? and why can't the doctors fix it?" and I felt so badly for them, wishing I could help. And knowing exactly how hard it is to look into the face of someone who has loved you every minute of your entire life, and not know how to help them.
I seem to be spending a lot of time doing that lately, and I am not appreciating it AT ALL.
Sometimes being a grown-up really sucks, you guys.