Today Dad and I brought Nana to her doctor's appointment. I was under the assumption that Nana was getting a follow up for her back because she pulled her back a week and a half ago. By this point in time in my life, I should realize that I should never make assumptions because normally they are wrong.
Nana was going to get her blood taken to determine her INR level. To all the ordinary people, INR is a string of letters that mean nothing to them. I was one of those people almost two months ago. But now I have something in common with Nana because I worry about my INR results every week. INR is the level of your blood when you are on blood thinners. Nana goes to a doctor to get her blood drawn from her finger, and gets the results instantly. I believe we have the same goal number, only problem is Nana's number is higher while mine has been lower then what the doctor's goal.
I was amazed by how fast Nana's appointment went, but when I found out she was doing the same thing I have been for the past two months it made sense to me. I never in my life thought I would be able to bond over INR levels with my Nana and understand what she means when she is talking about the different blood thinning medicine she has. I understand that we are using them for two different things but it's not something a granddaughter would imagine discussing with her grandmother. Nana has always been the grandmother I have bonded over my love for the beach and swimming and salads and countless other things with but now we can add INR levels as well.
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