Grandma was SUPPOSED to go back to Ipoh on Friday. Sadly, dad gave her this Alzheimer’s medication which made her giddy and tidak berselera for the whole day. Mom told him a lot of times that the pill will do that to her. Dad’s being forgetful (early signs of Alzheimer? Or the short-term-memory-loss strain in my family). To make it worst, my aunt asks my grandma (who already is forgetful from Alzheimer) how many pills she normally have.

Guess what? Grandma remembers she had 2 a day. But not the part that it’s once in the morn and the other at night. So, she had 2 pills and we had to get her to the hospital just in case she had any serious tummy injury that we’re not aware of. She missed her train and had to be sent home the next afternoon by my uncle, and gave him the perfect reason to be off duty for Monday. Blah.

 << Dizzy the whole way there. Poring wastes from all her holes.

<< Keeps saying this is the end for her. The worst feeling she ever had in her life.