Mood: Stressed. neutral Music: none.
I have a theory, when people get old they are no longer people. Heavens, no. Some point in their life people begin their metamorphasis into living, breathing pharmacies. Pills this, enema that! Sigh... let me explain...
My grandmother recently had back surgery and they've been giving her medication that turned a once sensible, though cranky, old woman into a babbling, sleepwalking (among other actions) buffoon. Alas, I'll report more on this at a later time.
NaHeil · Sun Jun 19, 2005 @ 01:50am · 2 Comments |