I had a post ready to publish and then I spent yesterday with my husband who was in the hospital with the list of possibilities being Heart Attack, Covid, Stroke, pulmonary embolism( from diving) and on and on. I couldn’t stay. The waiting room was so crowded that they had people outside on sidewalks waiting to be seen and helicopters coming and going and coming and going… we decided that rather than have me sit in a Petri dish I’d stay at home, a few minutes away, instead. My OM drove up from Arlington and we basically sat around for hours and hours and per usual, with all doctors and hospitals, no clear answers. There will be follow up with specialists, of course, and when he got home we put him straight to bed after a good showering with a fire hose and a wire brush and my stressed out brain tried to read a book. No luck. I fell asleep before OM left.
I’ll try and publish the other post later. Due to a mix up at the PHARMACY(!!!) I’m feeling a bit, shall we say….. Over medicated. Not too pissed about that.
Night
Tracy
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