Pants, pants, PANTS!

Daily care for my grandma is challenging. In the past week I’ve taken her to two separate tests to measure her kidney function. She does not do well with change or altering of her schedule. Unfortunately yesterday’s test was scheduled for 8:00AM. I arrived at gram’s house to wake her and prepare breakfast at 6:30AM. I was surprised to find her awake, showered, dressed, and doing her best elderly zombie impersonation. When she saw me she hollered, “I’M UP!”

Poor grams was so worried about not having enough time to get ready that she didn’t sleep most of the night and woke up at 5:00AM. The instructions for her test were to arrive hydrated. Which she misunderstood and got out of bed multiple times through the night to drink Gatorade. (SHEESH.) When grams does not receive adequate sleep she gets pretty loopy. The night of “hydration” and worry about the test sent her a bit over the edge.

All morning long (and most of the afternoon) Grams could not stop talking about Corrina Corrina, which we watched the previous day. Grams was up most of the night trying to solve the problems of Corrina Corrina because that’s what she does: solve problems (of fictional characters instead of getting much needed sleep). We talked A LOT about what she saw in the movie that needed fixing: little Molly needed playmates but was not ready for school, atheism, and smoking is bad. The hardest part about all of this is sometimes letting her talk on and on about something I see as pointless or a waste of time. It’s all very draining. But it’s where grams is in life and I just keep doing my best to let her say and do whatever she needs to do. I think maybe we should continue watching what we can find of old Cary Grant movies and stick to oldies. Though she still manages to fixate on things with old movies too. Ah, as grams says, “It’s a heck of a life.”