We’re still alive and kickin’ over here. Mom is doing ok. She had a little “spell” and had to make a detour back to St. Tom’s last week for some chest pain. An arteriogram was done and she had some blockage but they’re going to watch it for the time being. She’s back at the Rehab Place. She’s bored outta her skull. I tried to get her to go find her a rich widower. She’s not enthused.
She has a couple people over there at the rehab place that are just the coolest. One is a nurse named Sandra and the other is a feller named Insa who is from somewhere where they have beautiful accents. Even when he says the word “Diarrhea” it sounds pretty. Heh. Dia-dee-uh. Insa is the color of black ink and is unbelievable. Mom calls him her “Pool Boy.”
Thanks for your prayers, good thoughts/karma/vibes.