what a whirlwind…
grandma fell down the stairs at her house and her fall was stopped by a metal filing cabinet. I called and talked to her and, between me and mom, we convinced her to go to ER to make sure everything was ok (her head had large bumps on it, mom thought she had a concussion). The ER did a CT and everything was ok. ( I was still in JC at this time, waiting to hear the news) Then mom texts me and tells me she fell again, in the hospital! I immediately packed my bag, got Gibbs, and headed to Knoxville. (I also got a speeding ticket within 2 minutes of driving…) While driving, I find out grandma has broken her hip and will need surgery. This is my worst nightmare. Grandma has always said ‘if you break your hip, its all down hill from there’ and I know there’s truth in that.
Now, she fell the first time because she was trying to pack boxes so she could move into her new condo the next day. I can’t help but feel guilty, that i didn’t do enough the weekend I was home..getting things together to help her.. I also feel guilty that I wasn’t with her at the hospital too.. I wouldn’t have let her go to the bathroom by herself :( I know I can’t be with her all the time, but I believe if I was I could prevent anything from happening to her.
SO, Matt and I finished most of the packing (til 4am) and met the movers the next morning (7am) to get everything in the condo and set up. I don’t know why I thought we should do that while gma was having surgery, but I knew she’d be coming home soon and that getting the move out of the way would be helpful since both Matt & I were ‘off’ that day (& since half of her stuff was already in the new place)
I went home last weekend with the intent to study and give my mom a break while I sat with grandma. Well, my mom had other plans and I unpacked boxes, gathered stuff from the other house and brought it over, etc. I feel like my grades show my lack of focus, but I don’t know what to do. The thought of taking time off from school has crossed my mind more than once, but hopefully I can get through the end of this semester.
Grandma keeps telling me, go study, go have fun, go relax. I can’t. at all. I’m supposed to go to Europe this summer, but I just don’t know if I can leave her for a month. :/