My Grandmother in law is in hospital. Again. This must be the 6th time in as many months, and only 2 weeks since she last came out. She is 92, going blind and deaf, but still a very sharp cookie. Problem is, she is 2 hours away, and we can't get to visit her very easily. I avoid blogging about her daughter, my Mother in Law, as we have a very broken relationship, but unfortunately due to circumstances she won't visit her mother. So poor Nana H has to rely on a very kindhearted neighbour to look out for her, and an alarm she wears round her neck when she feels she needs help. She pressed it this morning, the controllers called an ambulance, and now we are waiting for news.
I feel so helpless, on yet another level. Ironically, so does my Mam! We both want to jump in the car and go to be with Nana H, but obviously we can't, for our own and different reasons. I am restricted by my babies, Mam by her treatment. We both are getting to the point of going stir crazy being stuck in the house, me through the Pox quarantine, and her through her unemployment and recovery. Sometimes it just feels like one thing after another, we just get through one hurdle (Toddler R's spots have gone, and his potty training is starting to get there) and another one is thrown in our path!
If only someone could invent an instant teleport machine! Get well soon Nana H, thinking of you and hopefully we will get to see you soon!