My grandmother has become more than they can handle at the assisted living home. She’s been through a lot the past couple of weeks. She wasn’t eating and stayed in bed a lot, so we hired a sitter for her. This Thanksgiving was the first holiday for us without both my grandparents there. She just couldn’t get out of bed. When I went to see her this past Saturday, she was back up and in her chair. Good news! But, mentally, she really isn’t there anymore. We have a wheelchair for her now, too.
The latest from my mom as of yesterday is that they recommend we move her somewhere with a higher level of care. She’s been getting out of bed in the night and yelling again. Only, now she can’t walk so well so she ends up on the floor. It’s taken as many as three people to get my 95 lb, 94-year-old, grandmother back into her bed because she physically fights them. She must be strong. My mom is going to take her to the doctor today, and ask him to admit her to the hospital. We were trying to avoid it, but there has got to be something wrong. I have learned this year that, when you’re over 90, something that seems as simple as a urinary tract infection can make you forget where you are and who you’re family is. There has to be something wrong. This is a fast decline. Just two months ago she was getting around with a walker and asking when we were going to have children. We are praying for the best.
This is her second assisted living facility this year, and the second time we’ve been asked to move her because she’s disruptive or beyond their level of care. She was able to go back after a hospital stay last time. So, let’s wait and see. Makes me wonder… she went to a boarding high school. Was she as big a spitfire then as she is now?