And other bloopers whilst under stress.
Why are we so good at giving advice, but so poor at taking it – even
if it is our own?
I had, based upon personal experience, told my housemate’s husband
to be careful about getting enough to eat – and to even have a candy bar before
visiting D-L after surgery (I fainted dead away when I went to visit my husband
in ICU after his open heart surgery).
My morning started o.k.; thought of her in surgery, went and picked
up some more stuff from a renter across the lake and sent R a text message when
I was on my way back. Then I got a call from another very good friend, who was
waiting for an x-ray for her back, thus instead of heading home I deviated to
the hospital – calling R so explain that “no, it isn’t D-L, but I’m on my way
to the hospital for someone else”.
We grabbed a snack in the hospital cafeteria – a place I know way
too well – and then R and I waited for news of the operation – he staying and
my returning home. By 14:30 we knew that she was in the recovery room so I
headed back in doing a couple of errands on the way. It was yet again hot – and
we all know how much I like the heat – so by the time I had parked the car and
was walking towards the hospital I realized that I hadn’t eaten enough and that
if I didn’t sit down and get something quickly I was in danger of pulling
another “pick me up off the floor” scene. Fortunately a lovely walnut tart took
care of that problem and it was up to find my housemate in very good shape –
with the best news ever: only inflammations – no cancer in the gall bladder nor
colon!!!
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| Scooby II was waiting amongst the flowers |
To say that I got silly from relief is putting it perhaps mildly,
but when R. left to “take a walk” (i.e. give us girls time together) I started
getting ideas about the deco and her support hose amongst others.
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| small feet made the stockings look like Mummenschantz figures |
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| They needed livening up! |
Leaving for home I then promptly managed to put the parking ticket
in the slot for credit card payments. Relief is a funny thing. Today I am sure
we will all do better.
