I was nervous to go out of town. We hardly do go out of town.
We left. Every day I got texts saying how he was doing. I didn't feel like there was anything I could say to make things better. I felt guilty texting that I was doing all these amazing things, when my 93 year old Grandpa was in the Intensive Care Unit at the hospital. At the same time I knew if I came home he could go on living.
He ended up loosing 1/2 his blood! They kept giving him blood. He was confused, kept seeing things like many really sick people do.
They didn't know where to send him. He's in an assisted living facility. He doesn't have the care he might need if this happens again.
He made a great recovery! He's up and walking, with a walker. Doctors are amazed with how well he's doing. Most people pass away that have gone through what he went through.
I visited him when we got home. We spent an evening watching fake wrestling. I think he thinks it's real. He does say some things that are off. I think the brain is just like everything else, it gets old and tired. I'm glad he can talk. Some people his age aren't be able to.
One of the off things he said, "I think I'm living in this place for free. I haven't gotten a bill." I said, "Maybe the Navy is taking care of it." Really I know my aunt is paying for him to stay there. I said, "I wouldn't worry about it Grandpa. Just let them take care of you."
Isaak's routing for him to live to 100. We shall see.