So my grandfather is out of the hospital and is doing good. The only bad side is that he is to weak to do anything on his own. It doesn't bother me to get him what he needs. It just pains me to see the guy that used to be able to swing me from his arms can barely lift his own leg. You can see every bone in his body. My mother puts it like a skeleton in a classroom with the skin still attached. That is exactly what it looks like. It pains me to see him doing so poorly, but then makes me happy that he is doing well enough to be out of the hospital. Well write more later. Asta Pasta. Peace and Crabs