So, my grandma is back at home and feeling better. As I understand it, she's going to get home care which involves a nurse coming to her apartment several times a week to check up on her, and it's fully covered by Medicare. So hopefully no more pointless trips to the hospital.
Yesterday when my uncle and I went to pick her up, she complained that "everyone keeps telling me how young I look and asking me what's my secret for living so long; I'm tired of compliments."
I told my mom that I wrote about her on GT, and she told my grandma, and now they both want to read it. I'm not sure whether or not to let them.
In closing, we had dinner at her place tonight and this was mysteriously on our table in the dining room:
You don't have to rub in in, International Bank of Fun.