About 15 days back, my grandfather (maternal) was taken to the hospital. He had been having difficulty with breathing lately and it had become worse; even the oxygen tank we got for him at home as per the doctor's orders was not affecting him positively. He was finally prevailed upon to go to a hospital and get himself checked out again. He was kept in the ICU until his breathing became stable, then shifted to another room. He was only discharged yesterday. For the two weeks that he was in the hospital, me and my Mom kept taking turns to go to my grandmom's house, do her chores, take her to the hospital, make sure she was alright, coz she's not really well either. She has severe rheumatoid arthritis and my uncle, who lives with them, was at work all day, so in the evening he saw to her needs and visited my grandfather at nights.

Anyway, he left town on Monday for office work and will be back only on Friday night. My relatives - I'd mentioned in a previous post of their arrival - had left Monday morning, and the same evening I shifted to Karama to my grandmom's house and will stay there, or rather, here, until Saturday at least. My grandfather got discharged yesterday, and currently the house is filled with an oxygen tank, nebulizer and a whole variety of meds, so many that I made an Excel chart for us to reference to know which medicine he needs when, and other assorted items that he needs to get through the recovery process.

So for the last week or so, it's been handling relatives at home, then shifting base to take care of my grandparents. A busy week, all in all!

Oh, on another note ... today's Panadol count (hey, I'm in pain!) is 4...till now anyway. I've never gone above 6 in a day. Hopefully I won't break that record anytime soon!