A Bookworm NOT in Paris: Hospitals

Hi all my Bookworms!

My name is Chiara and I am a Bookworm.

How are you all?

This is being posted incredibly late. I am sorry.

I had a lot of things I wanted to talk about, some important things, and I kept putting it off and I suppose that I can’t put it off any longer.

I’m not sure how long this post will be, but I’m going to talk about what I want to talk about and then I’ll done. Anything else I want to talk about can wait for another day.

My Granny got took into hospital last weekend. She had a fall many months ago and since she keeps having these funny turns they are usually accompanied by high blood sugar or a few other things. And the doctors and us put it up to that.

Then on Saturday morning she had another funny turn. She hadn’t slept well and her words were slurred and she was struggling to do things. My parents rushed round and then called an ambulance for her. The paramedics couldn’t find anything immediately wrong but they wanted to take her in anyway. My dad wasn’t aloud to accompany her to the hospital, meet them there or go and visit.

We did get regular updates from the doctors, which we were very grateful for, and all we could do was sit at home and wait.

After several scans the doctor said that they couldn’t find any evidence of it but they suspected a TIA, a miniature stroke. Which my Granny took to mean that she hadn’t had one, but to the rest of the family that meant a lot. It meant more test more trips back and to to the hospital and potentially surgery.

She has spoke to the stroke clinic since and they have explained what will happen next and what exactly what the doctors said means.

But the potential of it all kind of terrifies me. My Grandad in the last few years before he died, and the last few months especially, spent a lot of time in and out of hospital and it always terrified me seeing him in yet another hospital. My big, lively, full of life, amazing grandad, always looked so small in the hospital bed, with all those wires and tubes hanging out of him.

I’m just hoping beyond hope that it doesn’t end up like that. I hope the doctors find out what the problem is and then it’s a quick fix. Over and done. But I know that it hardly ever happens like that.

I probably could go on, but I think it may be best to leave it here.