I found out monday that my grandpa was in the hospital for sodium deficiency and that my grandma was going to move into my parents house for the time being so that they could keep an eye on her while he's in. Well, he's still there and was apparently very disoriented, trying to change the tv channel with his cell phone and pulling on things etc. My mom calls and asks me to go out and keep him company until he wanted to get some sleep. I go out there as my sister pulls up with her horde of kids (4 kids... 7 yrs, 2 1/2 yr old twins and a 1 year old)... and we hang out with my grandpa for an hour and a half. It really wasn't surprising, my grandma never uses salt or any salt substitutions in any of her cooking (she's an overzealous health nut, which makes this extremely ironic...) so something like this was bound to happen. Now here's where things take a twist, I learned today before all this that my grandma was in a different hospital, for what i'm not sure, but they're running a crapload of tests on her. Just last week they were sitting in our coffee shop, laughing and talking and just being normal elderly folk (they're both in their 80s). Now they're both in being treated. He's a WWII vet so he's in the VA hospital and my grandma is in one of the normal hospitals up north. I still have to figure out what she is in there for, but BOTH of them within 2 days get put in the hospital. I'm sure they'll both pull through and live on into their 90s, but this kind of puts things into perspective.