last night granny didn't sleep much and her arm was swollen. today she woke up and told me she didn't wanna go for dialysis cause she was really giddy. i told her her blood would get real toxic if she didn't go and she'd feel worse, so in the end she got up, bathed, and went. she was really wobbly so i had to take care of her while she took her bath. i grabed my schoolwork, took a stool, and sat outside the bathroom ready to rescue her in case she fell.
anyway, at first i was quite, like, "HAIYAH" about it all, the taking-care-of-grandparent, being servant thing. i wasn't happy about how all those self centered kids my age out there didn't needta give a thought about their grandparents and detested them and here i was mopping up her mess and changing her daipers. then i remembered that i could be considered blessed. i didn't have to bathe her, feed her, or clean out any grosse wounds. she could still walk, talk, and even joke. God help me and my bad attitudes. right now granny is down to skin, bone, and some fats in selective areas. her legs are like JUST BONES and i can only wonder how she balances all her weight on them. was thinking about how she had been admitted to hospital more than 4, 5 times and still made it out alive and kicking. more than that, she has bee going for dialysis for more than 14 years. dialysis is freaky. huge needles and lots of blood and pumps and machines.

i think granny is a real fighter. :)