Another Fight is A Brewin'!

Well...we got the hospital bed for Gramma today. It is in her living room. Needless to say, some one is pissed! She yelled at the poor fella who set it up. She yelled at me. Gramma just doesn't understand how bad she really is now. I told her that it was all my idea. That way Firecop doesn't get too much shit! She feels so humiliated. I told her I honor her feelings about it. I told her she can be angry with me and that my love for her is greater than the anger she has right now. I told her that all the stomping and moping and humiliation is NOT going to change the fact that there is a bed in her living room! (Funny, we're used to ELEPHANTS aren't we??!!) I told her this is the best way I know to love and care for her. I promised no one would ever see her lying in bed unannounced. I was crying at this point, and then I told her I loved her more than anything in this world and she is the light of my life. She told me she loves more than she does her own daughter! I know this, but it helps to have us talk love than to argue about her sleeping on the first floor. I am currently getting all the bedding together to make the bed pretty and then Little Man and his buddy and I are off to Wegmann's!!!!