Walked in the door after picking Michael up from work and the phone almost immediately started ringing. Never a good sign.

Grandmom is in the hospital. She went to the doctor today (regular appointment) and after an EKG, her doctor put her in the hospital. Not ambulanced over kind of emergency, but she’ll be there until Friday at least.

Her blood pressure was relatively low for her (still too high, but…) and her pulse was fast. The doctor said her heart was fibrillating, which is bad, because if they don’t control it, she could have a stroke. That definitely falls into the realm of Bad Things. They’re keeping her, she said, until Friday at least, and putting her on coumadin and Something Else, and they don’t want her to leave until they get things stabilized.

However, she sounded good, although tired when I called her. Aunt Doris and cousin Pat were there, and my Aunt was on her way, although she told my Aunt not to come up, that it wasn’t serious. I’m planning on calling my dad in a little bit, to find out if he’s going up, perhaps this weekend.

And, when talking to Grandmom, she handed the phone to cousin Pat, so she could tell me her latest oncologist report, which is that although her surgical spots looked good, the CAT scan found a spot on her lung and a spot on her liver. Don’t know anything more than that, except that this too falls into the category of Bad Thing.

Right now it’s a toss up between making a pan of brownies, or a hot shower and curling up in bed with one of my favorite books.

Well, they say that the morning is wiser than the evening. We’ll hope that is so.