The Ancestor went to the hospital again today, pulled from this very bed, literally kicking and screaming. She is seriously dehydrated, I would say by choice, and needs tanking up. I've never been party or even idle witness to such an awful grandmotherly episode as the one Rob and I faced with The Ancestor today. She was a wild, cursing thing of fury. I'm telling you, this slippery slope is a strangely dangerous one. If you don't end up with a black eye from a wobbly little squirt of a wrinkly lady-turned-adrenaline factory, count yourself lucky with only some bruised feelings.
It's hard to do what's got to be done sometimes.