Ahma started out the day well. (Note that she poo-ed in the middle of night). The nurse came to see how she was doing. She was unable to say how much her pain was from a scale of 1 through 10 (10 being the worst pain). But when given a range of smiley faces to crying faces, she pointed and said, "the tiny smile one." This evening, I asked her again and she said the same. She added that it is because she has so many loved ones in her life. (While it's a relief to know she is a "tiny smiley", I still wonder what her pain level is.)
Later in the day she had one piece of Eel Avocado roll and half a piece of California roll. Then she had a few bites of ice cream. Then she had some more ginger ale. It was a good eating day. Then she poo-ed (^_^)
Her afternoon was rough though. We realized we forgot to give her the morning meds. That was a MAJOR FAIL on our parts. We gave them all to her at once, but she still felt severe pain all afternoon. It was also during a time when I had to take some work calls and couldn't attend to her. George stayed to rub her belly. Eventually she fell asleep and seemed to be in less pain. I wish I knew which smiley/sad face she was then.
Ahma woke up when we were all eating dinner. She called us many times, but we didn't hear her. Aunt Sally discovered her calling out to us to get ginger ale. Apparently she looked all teary eyed. When I came to her, I told her I was sorry for not hearing and asked if I should just lay in bed with her always. She said in a puppy-like voice (in Taiwanese), "OK". (I'm screwed)
Aunt Sally suggested we get her a bell... but I'm afraid that signals something too close to death for her (or perhaps for me... despite how prepared I say I am).
Ahma sat up for ginger ale and also had some green bean soup and coffee ice cream. She then stayed up to tell "Jill" (da jie) to take care of her husband. Jill joked that she should take care of him well so that she will always have money to spend. Ahma said, "Don't do that to him."
We then tested Ahma, asking if her if all the women in the room should have babies. Vivian shouldn't worry whether she has a baby or not. Jill is too old because she's 50. Annie can have babies when she gets married, but she's still young. She said I (Amy) needs a stable job first. Aunt Sally, she said (in Taiwanese), "Are you trying to scare someone? You're 67!" What a modern and humorous grandmother we have. (Sorry for revealing our aunts' ages)
Since Uncle Hong Tian and his wife were headed back to Taiwan, Ahma asked to speak to them. She said, "You need to believe in Christ. He's a real God who became a person and died for us. Then rose again. It's real. Don't go believing anything else. This is my only wish." She then pointed out that Chia-San (Uncle Hong Tian's daughter) is a believer, but Sunny (Uncle Hong Tian's son) is not. She repeated, "This is my only wish." Then she asked for a cold ginger ale.
Later in the day she had one piece of Eel Avocado roll and half a piece of California roll. Then she had a few bites of ice cream. Then she had some more ginger ale. It was a good eating day. Then she poo-ed (^_^)
Her afternoon was rough though. We realized we forgot to give her the morning meds. That was a MAJOR FAIL on our parts. We gave them all to her at once, but she still felt severe pain all afternoon. It was also during a time when I had to take some work calls and couldn't attend to her. George stayed to rub her belly. Eventually she fell asleep and seemed to be in less pain. I wish I knew which smiley/sad face she was then.
Ahma woke up when we were all eating dinner. She called us many times, but we didn't hear her. Aunt Sally discovered her calling out to us to get ginger ale. Apparently she looked all teary eyed. When I came to her, I told her I was sorry for not hearing and asked if I should just lay in bed with her always. She said in a puppy-like voice (in Taiwanese), "OK". (I'm screwed)
Aunt Sally suggested we get her a bell... but I'm afraid that signals something too close to death for her (or perhaps for me... despite how prepared I say I am).
Ahma sat up for ginger ale and also had some green bean soup and coffee ice cream. She then stayed up to tell "Jill" (da jie) to take care of her husband. Jill joked that she should take care of him well so that she will always have money to spend. Ahma said, "Don't do that to him."
We then tested Ahma, asking if her if all the women in the room should have babies. Vivian shouldn't worry whether she has a baby or not. Jill is too old because she's 50. Annie can have babies when she gets married, but she's still young. She said I (Amy) needs a stable job first. Aunt Sally, she said (in Taiwanese), "Are you trying to scare someone? You're 67!" What a modern and humorous grandmother we have. (Sorry for revealing our aunts' ages)
Since Uncle Hong Tian and his wife were headed back to Taiwan, Ahma asked to speak to them. She said, "You need to believe in Christ. He's a real God who became a person and died for us. Then rose again. It's real. Don't go believing anything else. This is my only wish." She then pointed out that Chia-San (Uncle Hong Tian's daughter) is a believer, but Sunny (Uncle Hong Tian's son) is not. She repeated, "This is my only wish." Then she asked for a cold ginger ale.
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