If it isn't a dog falling off a table and taking ten years off me, then its my grandmother's lungs failing to work. At all. She had an attack Thursday night/Friday morning and it was the worst ever when she didn't bounce back within twelve hours as she normally does. I got first word of it about six thirty am and immediately started making plans and taking care of business to go home. I talked to my mom throughout the day and the news kept getting worse and better by turns. Finally, on Saturday morning, my mother said "You better come". So I called Petsmart and Borders to tell them not to expect me and got on the road. Mark nearly made me cry when he said "But Becca, I'll miss you". I really, really wish I didn't have to go. I sent myself into financial hell on the way there when I got a speeding ticket in Plymouth. How did they even know I was speeding, the ticket itself is practically handwritten on a sheet of loose leaf, much less having equipment saying how fast I was going. But I digress. When I got there, I immediately went to the hospital. Just tucked Thunder Thighs under my arm and carried her on in. My grandmother was a awake and mostly lucid. She kept thinking Thunder was a dog, not really understanding guinea pigs, but I was okay with that. I was just happy to see her stabalized. Mom went home and I staid with her until her dinner came. I'm a well known food nazi and its turned into kind of a game between us over the years, I stood over her and made her eat most of her dinner. Then I went home and had an enjoyable dinner with my mom and brother, Bradley, at Roadside Grill. My brother is entirely baffled by Thunder Thighs, as he is about most things concerning me. He called her a teenager's pet and not fit for an adult. He then went on to lecture me about how I will never find a man and never get married and will never do anything with my life as long as I like anime and reading books and don't watch TV. Because all that was what I *really* needed right now. Woke up early Sunday morning and took the dogs for a walk on the beach with Mom. Nice but cold and very windy. Did not like it. Mom went on to the hospital after that and I staid to get a shower. Stopped at the Beach Bread Co for coffee and a special treat for my grandmother then went on to the hospital. When I got the room and gave her the cookie, my grandmother treated me like a very nice stranger. And then it slowly dawned on me and my mother that she didn't know me. She didn't recognize me at all. She introduced me to the nurse as my mother's friend. And when my mother said "she's your granddaughter!", she said "I'm not her mama's mama!". Then she told me all about how "You need to meet Rebecca, she's just your age and so nice. She'll be coming to visit me soon.". We finally got her to say that I was Rebecca but it was clear she just thought she was humouring us. I staid with her for several hours, Bradley came in and he sat with us. mom left then a few hours later I left and Bradley staid to make sure she got her dinner. Mom made us dinner at home and I was glad. After that, I needed something to remind me I was who I claimed I was. Nothing like a homecooked meal to remind you that you are one of the family. Staid up late last night but did not get the following sleeping in this morning. At around eight the dogs came in and Thunder started squeaking for her breakfast. Between all the animals around, it seems sleeping just isn't an option. So I fed everyone and here I sit. I'll be leaving soon, I want to check out some of my old haunts that I missed at Christmas time and want to visit the hospital one last time, grandma is being moved back to the nursing home today and there is something I'm to "carry home and give to Rebecca". Dirty book mom says. She may not recognize me, but the old fart knows me


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