My grandpa was taken to the hospital yesterday. He had been at the turkey shoot at the gun club, and nearest we can tell he just wasn't feeling "right", so they called an ambulance. He spent the whole day getting tests done so we couldn't see him, came to a (no cause found) conclusion that he was missing a fair bit of blood, so they were going to be pumping that back in to him all night. I figured I'd go see him this morning when he'd have had a chance to rest.
I ended up getting maybe two hours of sleep last night, because I was up with Nadia and some icky, gross, digestive issues (read: diarrhea) that had her awake and going outside the whole night. I was exhausted come morning. We had no further update on Slim, but he was going to be there for a few days for observation - so I figured I'd try and doze a bit today and see him on the way home from work tomorrow.
Mom has just told me that they have now med-evacced him to Victoria. He had an aneurysm in his stomach. They've repaired it, but he needs the higher technical support available down there that isn't at our local hospital.
He's signed a DNR. And I haven't even seen him. And now I can't, because he's down there undergoing whatever other procedures are necessary to deal with the results of the aneurysm.
I can't believe I was so horribly selfish and didn't go see him this morning regardless of how tired I was. I feel like the worst person on the planet right now. And I don't know what to do except sit here sobbing because I want to be able to see him and tell him how much I love him. and now who knows what is going to happen.
If you guys can spare some famous MSP vibes for him...
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