Grandma visit

Hello again. I visited my Grandma at the nursing home today before work. Despite my Mom's warning that she is on death's doorstep, she did not appear near death. She refused to wear her oxygen nosepiece and constantly falling asleep/waking up. She sat up in a chair and walked to the bathroom and back with her walker. The walking wore her out and she panted like dog. The nurses had to lift her to her feet though. I noticed bruises on her arms near her wrists and hands, some were black. Grandma's skin is paper thin so the slightest bump bruises her. Mom thought they might be from the blood tests they took. A few days after she went into the nursing home, her red blood cell count shot down (why she has oxygen) and white blood cell count shot up (leukemia) suddenly. Don't know what happened, but I guess it doesn't really matter.
My brother came when I did so we chatted while Grandma slept. Grandma called me 3 different names, distant relatives. Grandma's sister is in same building so we saw Grandma's nephew a bit. Later, Grandma's brother came by with his wife. We had a gathering in the dining room with the 3 siblings. There was a lady yelling at the birds in a glass cage. Mom said the woman has a twin sister at another nursing home in town who does the same thing.
I need to start lifting bar bells because I almost killed my hand trying to open a new juice bottle. I ended up using the rubber drawer protector that I use on my cage bookshelf to open the bottle. Hey it works.
I got plenty from my secret santa. It ended up being a coworker I work twice a week with, no wonder she wouldn't tell who she drew from the hat. I got an easy crossword puzzle book, xmas socks, gift certificate, and things for my xmas village (all things I don't have already). Then I got a candle from a lady who retired this year. My secret santa was sick so I called her at home to thank her. I just ordered a peppermint cheesecake for my meal and a drink (no alcohol, I'm working). I wasn't sure about menu choices and freaked at the prices. I am not gourmet eater. My gift gal loved her stuff. I told her which things I painted. She said I did a good job. She like my decorated bag too.
Now I sit by myself at work and show off my presents. I have to make people jealous. My Mom called to ask how Grandma was. We talked a bit and she told me about my great-aunt's funeral. Mom is the type who never shuts up. When she started on updating me on her cousins I never met, I said my ear was sore and ended the phone call. I hate it when she talks about I don't know, sorry some of my relatives are complete strangers. Ya know she known these people all her life and forgets her children don't know them so well. I think this entry is long enough. Post later. Good-bye!