Sleepless Night

Grandma isn't any better, in fact she's in the hospital this morning. When I came home from work, she was confused and still exhausted. I tried to make her supper, no thanx.
She didn't want anything but her thingy, the stuff that, you know, the box.
"What's in the box?"
The things. I had it this morning. Is it here?
"Do you remember where you left it?"
I was in the kitchen. I need to go to the bathroom. Have you talked to your sisters today? I need my...what is it I need?
"Do you mean your pills?"
Yes, my pills.
"Here they are on the counter. Just two. Can you tell me what this one's for?"
I take it for the...stuff. You know when I...need to take it.
"How about the little one. Do you know what it's called?"
It's called...and I need to take it, too. It's important.
I asked her to stick out her tongue; straight as an arrow. "Do I need to take you to the doctor?"
I'm fine, just tired, I've had a big week.
I called Chuggy Pepper and told her I needed her help. We both were praying. Is this bad? Should we overrule her? She was so confused and weary, more than normal.
She continued to be incoherent and couldn't stand on her own so we decided to go, just to have her looked at, to be sure.
The ER doctor detected pneumonia in her left lung. Overnight it is. Intra-venous antibiotic, bed rest (as if).
I woke up with a headache