Day... whatever it is...

OK.. so pretend that this was posted yesterday again:

So today at about 10:30 i got a phone call from grandma.. she was upset.. she was getting ready to go to the nursing home. BUT that wasnt the part that upset her.. She was upset because they told her it was friday... and she didnt remember half of tuesday, wednesday OR thursday.. so she was scared that she had lost a couple days of her life while being on the "morphine pump". i told her that when dad was on the morphine he was CRAZY.. and what does she expect?? she just had major surgery and would she rather have the pain or the not remembering two days? so she settled down a little bit and asked if i knew where mom was.. i didnt so then i called dad and all that good stuff.. so she got to the nursing home no problem.. she is in room 8A and i havent gotten to talk to her roommate yet.. but she seems nice.. DEAF (from the level of the TV volume in the room) but nice.. we had to bring her TV from the kitchen here.. a little 13 incher..Many praises to the nursing home staff.. they seem like a great bunch.. i had to go and talk to some of them because the only pain medication she could take was tylenol because her vicotin hadnt come in yet.. so when i went to talk to them she said that the drug man (dont think i would like that title so much) came at 8:30 at night and it would be in that delivery.. So she was without pain meds from that morning until probaly 8 or so... when we left she was just getting ready to go down for supper.. she said that she knew a couple of the ladies that lived there.. so i think once she gets a little more comfortable with walking on her knee... she will hardly be in her room..