There’s no way I can explain what was wrong with my fireplace. The tech went on (and ON) in excruciating detail about the seal, my long chimney, the oxygen having to mix with something, blah, blah. I was more interested in whether the fireplace would work, as was Mari, staring longingly into the firebox.
And VOILA! For a mere $86, Mari and I were back in business!
Yesterday was an extremely active day; with the rain coming in today, I mowed both the front and back lawn, did a little light weeding and even went for a walk afterward. Then we come to today…
This morning, my son-in-law called (he never calls) to let me know that Older Daughter was unable to rouse Obro. She loaded him in the car to take him to the hospital but decided to call 911 instead. It was fortunate she did since Obro’s blood sugar was dangerously low. The EMTs told her that if it had dropped even more in the car, he could have had seizures. They were so kind and also gave Obro this stuffie, a comfort animal that many emergency service personnel carry. Our sweet boy doesn’t remember the trip in the ambulance (since he was out of it ) but I’m sure the experience is burned into his mother’s psyche. In the meantime, OD’s neighbors were calling and texting to ask how they could help. A good friend across the street took charge of Sharky and escorted him to school. Other people offered support and caring thoughts.
By the time Obro arrived at the children’s hospital with the EMT’s glucose syrup bringing up his blood sugar, he was much more his hilarious self; he was ravenously gobbling down banana bread. When I tentatively texted OD about whether she needed company, she responded, “R (husband) is good company but I want my mom.”
This 3-year-old was awfully brave about the poking and prodding. After six hours in the hospital though, he firmly told his mother, ” I need to talk to the doctor!” Later, when the doctor arrived, he informed him that he wanted to go HOME.
As someone who HATES to have my finger pricked or an IV inserted, I was very impressed with Obro. I wasn’t as thrilled with the hospital’s parking situation or how easy it was for me to get lost, end up at the wrong garage, wander around asking people where to go, and the biggest issue: why didn’t I use the bathroom before I left the hospital?
Although it’s great to be home, I’ll leave soon to babysit Ian so that his older brother and parents can attend a cousin’s choir concert. As for the rest of the week, there are many, many question marks. I’m reminding myself that as much as I dislike uncertainty, c’est la vie. Sigh.
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