Aunt Betty

I went to visit my Aunt Betty  today.  She still isn't feeling very well.  They had to take her back into surgery this past week because she coughed or something and tore something and they had to go back in and fix it.  She is still hooked up to one of those machines where you push a button and it gives you a dose of morphine.

 I did find out what really had happened the night she had to be taken to the hospital.  She was all of the sudden in intense pain, so much that she was screaming.  Her grandson (that lives across the street from her) had to carry her to the car and into the hospital.  During surgery the doctors discovered that she had an ulcer on her intestines that had ruptured. 

Her original surgery was a week ago this past Saturday, and today was the first time she got any food that was of the non-liquid variety. They let her have grits.  She likes grits, but she thought they should have given her some butter to go on it, or an egg to go with. 

 It looks like she won't get to come home until around the first of the year.  Even then it looks like she will have to stay with her daughter (or vise versa) for a period of time.