Don't freak out, okay?

I picked up the phone today and those were my mum's first words to me. Needless to say, I freaked out. And then I tore off to the hospital. Yup. After a billion hours of tests/chilling out/getting snarky the doctor gave us the results...Gram had another mild stroke.

*sigh*

I never want to spend that many hours in a hospital ever again. I think my mum and gram were there for 12 and I was there for maybe 9. The sad thing is that my gram hates hospitals. She was cool for the first 10 hours, but you could tell by the last couple that she was convinced that we weren't going to take her home tonight. Actually, I was trying to push that she stay for the night for observation, but the terror in her eyes made me change my tune.
The doctor told us that she's pretty healthy (other than the stroke (!)) so that was good to hear. I'll be shuttling her to a few more appointments over the next few weeks, so I'm sure I'll be going on about that for a bit. I make no apologies for it. I'll also be watching that lady like a total hawk. Awww yeah.

Thanks to everyone who has dropped me a line of support, it's totally appreciated. Gram's pretty good. Pissed off that she had to spend an entirely good day in the hospital, but good. I love the fact that my gram is still full of piss n' vinegar.

Thank you universe for that much.