Title goes here

So my grandmother is back in the nursing home her delightful children put her in, without bothering to ask her for an opinion about it. Her hip operation was a success and took all of fifteen minutes, though it won't be load bearing ( How much of a fucking load does it need to bear? I think my trench coat weighs more then she does now. ) for six weeks so she needs to stay off of it. Which she hates. And I can't blame her. I think I got my stubborness and unwillingness to ask for help from her, god knows I didn't get it from either of the fuck-ups who are my parents. So she is pissed as hell about the fact that she is supposed to ask for someone to help her get to the bathroom when she has to take a 'whee' as she puts it. Not a 'wee' but definately a 'whee'. I think senility is actually starting to catch up with her, instead of her just faking it to take it out on the shits that are my aunts, uncles and cousins. Or her pain meds are knocking her for more of a loop then they should be. Not sure. But as long as she doesn't fall down again and hurt her hip worse she should be fine. Though I am halfway tempted to slip her some mace or a taser so she can smack the shit out of the condescending prat they have assigned to sit with her all the time.