Change is Hard

I have so much to update in this blog. I'd much rather read other people's blogs than update my own, but I felt like I needed to get things off my chest. My MeMa fell a few weeks ago outside her house and shattered the top of her right arm and dislocated her shoulder. She laid outside for 45 minutes until someone drove by and found her. She was rushed to the hospital where she was admitted and given a lot of pain medicine. This was around noon on a Friday. They didn't do surgery until around 8am the next morning. They were able to piece the bone back together, from what I was told, but they weren't really able to put the shoulder back together like they would like because the surgery would be too extensive for her age. She has been in a rehabilitation nursing home for a week or so. She is not happy there and thinks we are going to leave her there. The pain medicine is also doing a toll on her mind. This is very, very hard for me. Tonight I went to visit her. She was positive that tonight was the first night she was at this place. She thought she had been at some other nursing home since she had been in the hospital. Out of all of my grandparents, why did she have to turn out this way? I'm her only granddaughter and she's my MeMa. We've always been very, very close and I can't stand to see her this way. She feels like everyone is plotting against her. I told her tonight that we aren't going to leave her in the rehab nursing home, she's just there until she gets better an can go back to her house. She said she wishes we had told her that she was going there (the rehab place) instead of her house when she was leaving the hospital. My daddy did tell her, but she just can't remember.

Things aren't supposed to be this way...

She asked me to come live with her at her house when she gets out of the rehab nursing home. I told her that I would, but I'm sure she won't remember. I just hopes her arm/shoulder continues to heal and that she can lessen up on this pain medicine that is messing with her mind so much. I love you, MeMa.