He's very very skinny and frail looking. Apparently, he's also making trouble. They've taken his dentures out because he bit through his drip line for some reason. He kept fussing at the blankets and at his hand (where there's one of those tube things for giving injections) while we were there. I think he's trying to get up and have a fag, probably. He was being mean to the nurse as well, trying to push her away when she was trying to feed him and give him medication. It was just really sad. They don't know if he'll be coming out again, to be honest. He's very old and he's already been in several times this year. Even if he does recover, he won't be able to go back to his current place, which is a residential home - he'll need a nursing home.
Gah. I think I'd prefer to just die at the first heart attack rather than dragging on and on - none of my grandparents has enjoyed their declining years.