Last post was my 1000 th post!!!! Its been a long awesome ride! When I look back over all those posts I see I have moved three times, had three purple rooms, lost four dogs, gone on 18 cruises, made six road trips, changed vehicles six times, gained two grandchildren, gained two great nephew/nieces, lost a husband and made some new awesome friends. Quite the life I must say!
Monte was in Vancouver last night at a concert. He was over the moon. It was his all time fave band. His hero! And his cuz Emily took him, Peter and Graeme home to her place after to sleep. Bless her heart!!! Saved a hotel expense.
At one thirty in the morning my phone started texting me. Monte. Having a really bad time. Thankfully he doesn't tic and seize anymore but sometimes he feels awful and uncomfortable in his own skin and wants to bolt...anywhere but where he is. Which of course he can't do. At home when this happens he listens to music and rocks in time to it. Its calming. But he couldn't do that last nite. He was in pretty rough shape. And he couldn't talk either...too noisy.
He finally went down to the lobby of the apartment building where he could phone me. I stayed on the phone with him until his phone died, about four o'clock and it was getting light outside down there. It always gets better when it gets light out. Apparently he went back upstairs, put gasper on and slept. Til the afternoon! Poor guy. I can't imagine what its like to go through crap like that. He's heading back to Victoria today and onward home tomorrow.
Well today was a run run run day. The colonoscopy is tomorrow morning, early. So if any of you have had one of these things, you know what the day before is like. Gads!!! A dear friend in the US told me that he thought the day before was worse than the test itself! My phone is measuring quadruple the number of steps over a normal day count. Back and forth, back and forth to the john. Poor Emma, who is staying with me right now, is very confused! She has a tendency to 'dog' my footsteps!
I want to mention something here. I want to tell you all what a truly good friend I have in Anne. I mean she totally steps up to the plate just when I need it most. Waaaaay more than I do for her.
I made arrangements for her to take me down to the hospital at tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn. Kathy is out of town right now. And I had planned to take my phone with me and call her when I was done. I am going to admit here I am nervous. Sick tummy nervous. (maybe a good thing, I can't eat when I feel like that and I can't eat today anyway...makes that part easier). I have been told a number of times that what ever they are about to do to me was going to be just fine and nothing. Only it never has been...not once. Tumours, cancerous polyps etc... I don't trust it anymore.
Well I think Anne must have picked up on it because she has offered to come in with me and stay right through the whole process. Man! I feel so much better now. Jeez! I am such a baby and I have one of the best friends a person can have. She really is one of the most selfless people I know. Kathy did pretty much the same thing for me the last time. I am so lucky.
As soon as I recover in a day or two I really must get out to Art Napps and pick up all my petunias and impatiens. I must get them planted...even though you can still see your breath at night up here. Stupid weather. Well all for now. I must 'run'! I will post again in a couple of days. TTYL
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