Next week I am going to try to do a post to catch you up on our week at the amazing Gem and Mineral Show in Tucson -- we had lots of fun and sold a bunch and got some new things to list in the shop (which I will upload soon)... But for now I will tell you why I haven't gotten to all that.
I arrived back from Tucson late Monday, caught up on sleep, and on Tuesday morning headed out to Santa Fe for a meeting and to pick up our sweet dog Mishka who had been staying with friends there while we were away. While I was in Santa Fe, it occurred to me I should give mom a call. She has been doing incredibly well, living alone (her desire), despite almost complete blindness due to macular degeneration, Type II Diabetes, and a few other age-related ailments. She just celebrated her 90th birthday with a big family reunion, and when I left town she was happy and pretty healthy -- our plan was I would see her on Wednesday, when we do our weekly grocery shopping.
When I called, she sounded horrible. I asked what was wrong and she said she thought maybe she had gotten the flu or food poisoning, so I told her I would get there as soon as possible. I drove back to Corrales, dropped Mishka off, and headed up to mom's -- which is in an adjacent city -- Albuquerque -- but on the far side of town. It took me about a half hour to get there. She didn't seem to be in crisis, but she wasn't looking good, so we decided to go to the urgent care center. There, she was told she had dangerously high blood pressure and needed to be transported to the hospital. So they got her to a hospital on the other opposite side of town -- and when I arrived I was really relieved she came in via ambulance. The emergency room was packed -- it looked like a vision of hell. People moaning, sick, crowded, police running around, stabbing victims, just crazy!
They kept us there until 2:30 in the morning. When they had run a whole slew of tests, they determined she should go home, and that nothing much was wrong except the high blood pressure which they couldn't (or didn't) explain -- and a persistent nausea that was making her really miserable. They gave us a prescription for the nausea, and we headed over to another opposite side of town (in order to find a 24 hour Walgreens where we could fill the prescription) -- and we sat in the dark parking lot with doors locked for another half hour while they got the medication ready. When we went to pay, they said sorry, but Medicare had stopped covering that particular medication, and it would be $75. We gambled that she might get better soon and bought half of the pills at a lesser price, and finally got home about 3:00 a.m. where we both promptly passed out.
The next day, she wasn't better. The blood pressure was still skyrocketing and the nausea medicine wasn't working. At about 6:00 p.m., I decided to call the paramedics. They were great folks -- showed up quickly and took her to a different hospital. We were at this one until about 1:30 a.m., while they repeated all the tests and came to the same conclusions and sent her home again. We passed out again, and inexplicably, I woke up at 7 a.m. in time to get her into an appointment I had made with her regular doctor. They advised us on a few issues and we came home and went to sleep for several more hours. Today she is somewhat more stable, thankfully, but I will be here another night at least.
So all of that has kept me from focusing much on The Bead, and my apologies for that. But in the meantime, I'm very grateful mom is hanging in there and feeling better. And I must share a little funny thing that happened while all this was going on. I was trying to text my husband some instructions on medicating and feeding Mishka the dog, as she is also elderly, blind and arthritic. I typed this long list of things to do, inclulding 'stuff the two pills into a hot dog' so she will get them that way. Somehow, the ever-wise iPhone spell check got hold of that and made an executive decision to change my words to: 'I shot the dog'. Fortunately I happened to notice just in time before I hit 'send', so I didn't have to give my husband a heart attack.
I know everyone has days/weeks like this, and that you will understand. I've included a picture of my beautiful mom and of Mishka the dog so you can see a snippet of my world...
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Until Next Time,