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Grandma went back into the hospital yesterday. Still having the stomach pains that plagued her back in December, which they traced to her gall bladder this time. She's in the small local hospital now, on antibiotics to help clear the fluid in her lungs, waiting for an open slot for surgery in the big hospital an hour away. Probably next week, Mom said last night. Grandma's in pretty good spirits this time, because now she knows what's wrong and that it's going to go away. Mom's also fairly cheerful about this trip, because every department that handled checking Grandma into the hospital called her this time. (They didn't in December, and Mom spent hours trying to find Grandma before someone said she was in the hospital, and gosh, didn't you get a phone call?)