day 2 - emergency

woke up at 10.30, blissfully unaware of the crisis looming ahead of us. my father and sister were going to take my grandmother to the hospital to have her eye seen to. she'd had an infection in it for a few days and the lack of any betterment made my father put his foot down. so off to the nearest hospital (50km) they went. there, they were seen immediately and told off for not coming sooner, told the eye could very well already be lost but that they couldn't deal with it there and that they had to drive to Toulouse (another 100km), to get something done about it. great.

in the meantime, i'd been asked to look for flights back to Denmark, as my grandmother understandably refused to be hospitalised in a country where she couldn't speak the language. and if she was leaving, so was her sister. while i was at it, i had to check how to, once there, get from the airport to the hospital as quickly as possible.

several hours later, during which we couldn't do much as we were waiting for a phone call telling us what to do, it turned out my father had convinced my grandmother to stay in the country despite there being a stay in the hospital involved. apparently, she was taken to the OR for some stuff that would at least (hopefully) stop the infection from spreading to the brain, if not save her eye. she's to stay in the hospital for at least 6 days (if all goes well), which means daily trips and 3-hr long drives for us.

i am of course worried about my grandmother's health, but i am starting to wonder whether i shouldn't just go somewhere i don't know, for my next holidays. i just never seem to be able to have more than 3 days without some crisis taking over.