~... thought that my Granny would drastically climax the tragedy level of the early morning through hysterically screaming at the top of her lungs that she was paralyzed? That she was doomed... that she would commit suicide rather living like a plant... Having been exposed to her continuous claiming that the paralysis knocked her off her feet during the first of her hundred daily visits to the bathroom, I am left with a broken palm skin as I digged my nails in them to maintain my self-control and hinder myself from yelling, "How did you manage to take your paralyzed self to the bathroom at first place, woman?!? Why are you doing this to us?! Why are you doing this to