Some of you may remember my blog post the night my mom died. Who am I kidding...no you won't. LOL!! But, as a family we all gathered around her bed in the extended care place she lived in. We spent the day there visiting amongst ourselves and, at one point, using an iphone and facetime, played charades with an absent Monte. We did all this over top of a basically comatose Mom, bless her. We all went home around eleven that nite, knowing she would maybe not be physically present by morning.
Shortly after a rum and coke at Kathy's we all headed to bed when a searing terrible pain hit my chest. I had had this a couple of times before and was pretty sure it was a heart attack. The pain fit all the criteria.
I called Aryn upstairs and told her I needed an ambulance. I never gave it a second thought....a heart attack needs an ambulance. Long story short, embarrassing story short, a long night in the hospital spent with my very worried children and leaving a very worried Spod at home, I was told it was just spasms. Jeez! Thank goodness, but way to steal my mom's thunder. She died during the night.
And I tell ya, those suckers hurt, really really hurt. I have had two since that night and now one today...right out of the blue. It lasted about a half hour and somehow in the middle of them I become convinced that they will never go away. The best treatment, actually the only treatment, is to get busy and move around a bunch. So I did laundry and dishes and put a load of stuff away in preparation of the housekeeper coming tomorrow. It does help but it still hurts like freaking hell. And, of course, there is always the possibility that this time it actually is a heart attack. Oh well, alls well that ends well as they say. I am still alive and I have clean dishes and clothes. The upside!
I am NOT growing a garden next year. Monte thinks he is going to and hey! go ahead, but leave me out of it. Stupid garden. The chard grew so big and fast there was no way we could eat it fast enough..and I don't have freezer space for anything. Guilt. The spinach was so prolific and went to seed before we could deal with it all. Guilt. The cherry tomatoes (I hate cherry tomatoes...they are so useless and we planted field tomatoes, NOT cherry yet they all turned into cherry tomatoes)were so prolific they broke the plants and there was no way in hell we could keep up with them. Guilt. The squash grew one measly little squash. The cantelope and basil died. And we got one feed out of the carrots. Between the guilt and the disappointment I am not stupid enough to do that again. Monte is going to do some research and figure out a different plan for the garden. He thinks.
Well I gotta bounce. Myles and April are coming up tomorrow!!! I have a bedroom to ready for them. Good thing Alice is coming tomorrow! TTYL
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| OUR BEAUTIFUL MOM |
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| OUR INTREPID MOM |
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| SAYING GOODBYE |
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