HOPE

The morning and some of this afternoon was spent at the emergency room with Carolyn. She used the walker to hobble to the Escape, and then into the E.R. where she plopped into a wheelchair. I put her purse around my neck like I do my camera, folded and carried the walker in my left hand, and was using my right hand for my cane. Somehow I managed to push the chair to the check-in counter; we were probably a sight to behold. After x-rays and an echo thingy, the doc decided it was indeed probably more than likely a pinched sciatic nerve in her back. They gave her two shots of dope, some prescriptions, and sent her home. She was out of it by the time I picked up the medicine and got her on the bed, and I am one dead tired and pooped hubby. No sleep in two nights for both of us, no coffee for her or me, and no sugar fix for me, yet we survive. It all could have been much worse.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY to James Cameron.
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Today would have been the birthday of friend BRENDA MOORE. Brenda died of cancer that began in her breast and eventually consumed her. We miss you, Brenda.