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Rough patch
Thursday, October 15th, 2009 12:27 pmHome sick from the day-job yesterday (insert "can we just get over this?" rant here).
Yesterday, we also received news that Steve's stepfather, who is 84 and rather frail after a stroke and various other medical adventures, was in the hospital with bacterial pneumonia, disorientation, and dehydration. Apparently, the disorientation went away quickly once he was hydrated, but the pneumonia isn't so easy. Still, there's no fever, so the hospital was going to release him today. The younger brother was to drive up from North Carolina last evening to pitch in, and help take the load off Steve's mom and the kids-on-the-spot.
On the plus side, I found that Luken has gray eyes and (formerly) sandy hair, and that we have apparently never described Cheever McFarland at all, except to say that he's a big guy. Our powers of narration are Nothing Short of Awesome. Ayuh.
Today holds the promise of delight in the later hours, when I'm to present myself to the Traveling MRI Unit in order to have my rotator cuff scanned. Have I mentioned that I'm claustrophobic? Very claustrophobic? And that of course with the whole neck-bone connected to the shoulder-bone thing going on, my head will have to be inside the tube? For twenty minutes, while it makes noises like a bowling alley? And, yanno, inside the tube? The doctor has kindly ordered me up a Valium. This had better, she said darkly, work.
The weather is clear and the trees are brilliant. Maybe I'll go out for a walk.
Yesterday, we also received news that Steve's stepfather, who is 84 and rather frail after a stroke and various other medical adventures, was in the hospital with bacterial pneumonia, disorientation, and dehydration. Apparently, the disorientation went away quickly once he was hydrated, but the pneumonia isn't so easy. Still, there's no fever, so the hospital was going to release him today. The younger brother was to drive up from North Carolina last evening to pitch in, and help take the load off Steve's mom and the kids-on-the-spot.
On the plus side, I found that Luken has gray eyes and (formerly) sandy hair, and that we have apparently never described Cheever McFarland at all, except to say that he's a big guy. Our powers of narration are Nothing Short of Awesome. Ayuh.
Today holds the promise of delight in the later hours, when I'm to present myself to the Traveling MRI Unit in order to have my rotator cuff scanned. Have I mentioned that I'm claustrophobic? Very claustrophobic? And that of course with the whole neck-bone connected to the shoulder-bone thing going on, my head will have to be inside the tube? For twenty minutes, while it makes noises like a bowling alley? And, yanno, inside the tube? The doctor has kindly ordered me up a Valium. This had better, she said darkly, work.
The weather is clear and the trees are brilliant. Maybe I'll go out for a walk.
