Well, Now We Know What God Thinks of THAT Plan!

This could be another, "Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men" post, really.  But in the interest of not boring you, dear readers, I'll change it up a bit.

Some of you may know that my dear, 91-year old Grandma is on hospice care for colon cancer.  Has been for 14 months.  The running joke around here is, "Grandma didn't get the memo that hospice means, 'You're dying.'  She thinks it's code for, 'Nice nurses come and visit every week.'"

Last Friday, Grandma took a definite turn for the worse.  She collapsed and (mostly) no longer has the use of her legs.   {Here's why I say, "mostly" - overnight Sunday into Monday, at 3 a.m. she got up and WALKED from her bed to her chair.  With no cane.  Yup.   That's my Grandma.)

Tuesday morning, my mom contacted me and let me know that she had had a (TIA) stroke, and could only say, "Yes" and "No".  She wasn't taking in much food/water at all.  In a frenzy, I started making plans.  Negotiating work schedules and classes and commitments, we decided to leave today (Thursday) if she got very bad.  If Grandma hung around, I had decided to rent a cheap-o car and drive up to Indiana for the weekend, after my science class on Friday, just to be there for my mom.

Fast forward to this morning.  I wake up and it's clear - I'm S-I-C-K.  As in, stomach bug, can't get out of bed, lying around in misery, trotting in and out of the bathroom sick.

Not fun.

I got out of bed about 45 minutes ago, and took a shower.  That felt heavenly!  So with only 3 bites of eggs and 10 saltines to credit to my account today, it's pretty obvious.

Not going anywhere tomorrow.  And sometimes, it takes God allowing a nasty stomach bug to make me realize that maybe it wasn't such a good plan after all.

The downside?  I had to cancel Science Class, b/c I'm just so weak. 

The upside?  Would you believe. . . .Grandma has her speech mostly back.  She's had a "good day" according to my Mom.

I'm thinking I might go shop for her Christmas present.