G went to the ER yesterday because of an infection in her heels so that she could get an IV of antibiotics. It went pretty well and was probably our shortest ER visit yet. When we were at the discharge desk, there was some confusion over which doctor had treated her and Grandma starts rambling off all the doctors that she sees (and that is a considerable list of people in charge of keeping her alive). She was confusing the nurse, so Anna scolded her, "Grandma, be quiet. You are confusing the nurse!"
In the cutest way possible, G lowered her head like a scolded puppy. I love it when Anna and I take Grandma out--it's like taking a three-year old out of the house that we are in charge of.
As a reward for her patience in the ER (and we have to bribe her with treats to get her to eat her real food), we took her to Leatherby's for her favorite ice cream shake and a sandwich. When we brought the food to the car, she says, "Give me my shake! I want my shake!"
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