On Saturday morning, my great grandmother, whom we call "GG," was found unconscious on her bathroom floor, but breathing.

Upon being revived, she was taken to the hospital where they have determined that she broke her hip, and probably had a slight stroke. She is in intensive care, because she has been plauged with congestive heart failure for almost ten years.

The timeline of what happened, when, and how is fuzzy (she lives with my Grandmother) and is really not important now, because we all need to focus on getting GG well, but I'm not happy with some details about what happened.

So those are the facts. The reality is that when stuff like this happens, I have to fight my inner drama queen to remain calm and stay the hell off of my cell phone, telling everyone I know in a shaky voice what happened.

I'm not even kidding.

The truth of the matter is, I know that this is the beginning of the end. It might be six days or six years, but we are going to lose her, and she won't be in the best of shape from now on.

Not that she wasn't already showing signs of advanced age: she's been on a walker for about ten years, and her mental acuity is a bit diminished, but she was still vivacious and funny and cool and I will miss her so very much.

So what now? I think they can stabalize her and get her our of the hospital, and then I need to make a concerted effort to see her as much as possible. I love her so much, y'all. She's always been funny, outragous, outspoken, and her own self, no matter what people said or thought about her. And people said and thought she was crazy.

You know... not "gonna shoot from a clocktower" crazy... more like, "zany believer of the the National Enquirer" kinda crazy. She really has, over the years, influenced me to be whoever I want, and to enjoy life. She might not know that, but she has.

So that's all there is to say about that right now.

I'm really sorry about your great grandmother, Tim. I hope she will be okay soon. My grandma just got her hip replaced last week and is going through physical therapy until Christmas. It's so wierd to see them up and about, living their usual life one day, then flat in a bed, unable to care for themselves the next.

Hope you are okay.

Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. That sucks.

I'm sending you really positive good vibes, sweets.

Hope she gets well quickly.