my grandfather was put in the hospital on monday because he fell and broke his hip. it was the day after my grandmother's 80th birthday, and everything was going so well it came as a shock to all of us. he has these ulcers on his legs that he's had for about 60 years now, so he can't walk good in the first place. when he was brought in the hospital, they found out that he has a blood infection so they couldn't fix the hip until they clear the infection. he was supposed to have the corrective surgery yesterday, but they had to give him a blood transfusion because his white blood cell count was too high. this is a good reminder as to why i am a blood donor... anyway i just had to get all that off my chest, because ive been holding it in for days now. he just looked so sad in the hospital bed...so small... he's 6 ft tall and only 112 lbs. it reminds me of when you are a baby and you can't really do anything yourself. so helpless. my sister has this theory that the older we get the more we regress back into being childlike, and i never really understood what she meant until i saw him there.... 