When it rains, it pours.

Wonderful.  Just wonderful.  My grandmother is in the hospital.   They got evacuated from their house because of Hurricane Frances, and she took that as her cue to stop eating or drinking anything.  She refuses to acknowledge that she’s depressed.  She seems to have decided that it’s her time to die, despite the fact that the only thing wrong with her that could kill her is the fact that she’s intentionally stopped eating.  This morning she started throwing up in their hotel room (they haven’t been able to get back home yet) and my grandfather took her to the hospital, where they started re-hydrating her.   That’s all we know at the moment.

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