Category: Grandpa Garrison

“What’s that?” “I think those are peaches.” He tastes them, “No those are canned peaches.” My mistake. Just met with doctor. If his levels are good enough surgery will be tomorrow, and it’s a doctor we know. Here’s hoping his blood work cooporates.

This is the view out grandpa’s hospital room (if you lean over and to the right). It’s early (for me) but yesterday telling them we wanted to be called before doctors did rounds didn’t work so I’m trying the wait it out meathod. Grandpa and his roommate are sleeping so I’m going to knit. Thanks […]

It’s 4:43. I have an appointment in 3.5 hours. I want to sleep so bad I can taste it. Finally moving to a room.