10 bucks to guess which of my family members is in the hospital this week. Yep, good old Gilbert Cordova is now having his day in the sun, and by sun, I do mean the 3rd floor of St. Anthony's Central Hospital. At a whopping 7 doors away from where my grandma was a mere 2 weeks ago, my grandfather is thoroughly drugged right now after undergoing a surgery to take out the stones in his gallbladder. We always knew that about 70 years of him cooking his breakfasts in lard would catch up. Anyway, he's ok for now, he developed a clot where the surgery was, but the physicians found it and treated it, so I think he's just going to have to stay a few extra days to recuperate.
Que Sera Sera right?
It's always a trip when one of our family member's is in the hospital. No, literally, a trip. The rest of the Cordova clan will drive to the hospital and gather round in the room of whomever the patient is, while the nurses hate us for trying to fit so many people in, especially when there technically is a 2 person limit for visitors. Oh well. Today was kind of funny though. I wish I were a screen writer, I'm sure that there is a movie or TV show just waiting to be based on my family and all our shenanigans. Grandma's crazy with alzheimer's; grandpa can't hear anything and always causes a stir because of it. For instance, when the doctor's told my grandpa he had a clot from the surgery, for some reason or another, he thought they were telling him that he had cancer, so when my crazy grandma came in, the first thing grandpa tells her is that he has cancer. Which, he doesn't, and the rest of the family spent the next hour and a half trying to convince them both that grandpa did not, in fact, have cancer.
That was a treat. Another highlight of today was that nutrition services brought my grandpa dinner, which he didn't want because he wasn't hungry and still fairly ridden with drugs. Well, rather than just not eat it, he started to get mad that the food was going to go to waste, he grew up in the depression era and his family never wasted anything, and we were brought up the same way, though not quite as drastically. So since he definitely did not want the food to go to waste, he started asking for a to-go box...for his hospital food. Pretty much asked everyone in sight, including our whole family, the nurse, a cleaning lady, basically anyone who walked into the room and the blood tech, who, poor guy, all he wanted to do was draw some blood. Finally, dear old Uncle Randy, who had been eyeing that steak sandwich the whole time swooped in like a vulture. He said he just wanted to not let the food go to waste, but we all knew.
Uncle Alex then told the nurse about the food swiping, the nurse was fairly aggravated at that point and smoothly used the "incident" as a springboard to pretty much kick the family out by enforcing the 2 person limit. Sigh...people are so mean, and we weren't even being loud! Oh well, we'll just all go back tomorrow and hope there's a different nurse, so that the special blend of Cordova Chaos will once more reign on the third floor of St. Anthony's Central Hospital. I can hardly wait...
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