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So Sunday I got up and went to work on 6 hours of sleep, bleh. The day started out pretty normally, work was slightly on the hectic side and the dogs in the hospital were being really noisy but nothing unusual. The schedule was a bit weird and somehow the day was booked through with no real breaks for lunch, so around 2pm or so we all just ordered food to be eaten when able. A little after that I was working in the lab when my mom called. My mom never calls me at work. My Grandma was put in the hospital for dehydration Friday (which I had been told), what I hadn't been told was that the dehydration had caused kidney damage, was linked to an internal infection and that my dad had to verbal okay a transfusion for her Saturday because she was dangerously anemic and too weak to sign her own consent form. My aunt (who) is with my grandmother called my parents having hyterics about grandma dying on Sunday morning. My aunt has been overreacting to the situation a bit lately so my parents called the doctor. The doctor had been optimistic the day before about Grandma being ok. When my parents talked to the doctor they were told that Grandma doesn't look as good as she aught and to make plans to come down because she may not recover and if she doesn't then she probably won't make it to the weekend. This is what my parents called to tell me in the middle of my work day (my dad was supposed to tell me that I could meet him at the airport from work and fly down last night with him, but he didn't so goodness only knows when/if I'll be leaving, mom's gonna call me this afternoon with more details). So I started crying and had to take a break from work, I lost a contact from crying while trying to call
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