Feb. 12th, 2001
I called my Grandma today. She's doing fine except that she's depressed. Or worried. Or something. She's just not getting any better. She says she gets worse every day. I guess she only passed out yesterday, but she was lying on the floor for a long time before they found her. Several people said they don't know how she made it through that. I guess that says something. She fainted again today. The doctor has no idea why. That doesn't comfort her either. She wants to go back to her apartment, but she certainly can't live alone until this problem is resolved. She said (of the nursing home), "I don't want to live here the rest of my life." I think they all feel that way, but most of them do.
I will go down to see her this weekend.
I will go down to see her this weekend.