Dad and I came home from work on Thursday to find that Nana had been baking frozen cauliflower and broccoli on a cookie sheet in the oven. That she thought she'd help with supper. Further odd behaviour followed to the point that she couldn't read the calendar or work the phone. I ended up taking her to the emergency room. Oh, the joys of sitting in a waiting room full of sick people. She ended up staying there over night and I ended up sleeping from 3 a.m. to 6:30 a.m. when you, my bright-eyed daughter woke up.
Long story short, she'd gotten a urinary tract infection which seemed to manifest itself in only one symptom - confusion. Really bad confusion. After about 24 hours at the hospital, we brought her home with us and that's where we are now. Nana needs lots and lots of rest and water to get back to normal. Not that Nana's normal is very healthy at all these days.
You've been very attentive to her needs. While we had fun running down the hall through the emergency department, exploring the hospital, browsing the gift shop, eating Nana's rejected meals and even getting a donut with sprinkles(!), it's easier to be home. When I ask you if we should make a cheerio cake, you say, "for Nanny." When we threw around the idea of getting you into daycare a couple days a week, you said, "Nanny, too!" You are fond of her to say the least. Which is nice because Nana needs a lot of love right now.