Willie...............

Tuesday.
All is well...or at least getting better...

I took a trip to Super Tar-get with Boo this morning, as is our tradition on Tuesday mornings.
Didn't buy much, didn't need anything. Just a trip, a Starbucks coffee, a walk through the Christmas department, and oh yes, bought a new Elmo toothbrush and new pyamas. :>)
Could not resist. 'Nick and Nora' brand, old fashioned pyama top with buttons and pants. blue with elephant prints, elephants with skates and hats no less.

So we were all done and as soon as I turn the key and ready to pull out of my parking spot:

Boo: Uh Ohhhhh
Oma: What?
Boo: I pooped!
Oma: well, i'm not going to change you now, Oma beter go huh?
Boo: Oma, go go go goooo!

She giggled as she said that. Geesh, welcome to the family kid. Chip off the old block(s)

I popped in a CD and she goes:

Mmmmmmmmmmm....Willie....................

And promptly falls asleep during Georgia on my mind....

Nice....

Night before we were all at the peek of our misery with our colds.
Good thing we were "off" on Monday.
Wheelie had coughed himself raw during the night and I took him to the doctor first thing in the morning.
Since his system is already compromised, and it would be harder for a person in his position to fight off a huge infection, I wanted the Doc to see him....NOW.

He was put on a quick preventive course of antibiotics to prevent pneumonia, some heavy duty cough syrup that has the consistancy of Motor Oil, and an inhaler of Albuterol (flashbacks to aunties's days), in case he can't breathe.

He took his meds when he got home and immediately had one of his "spells" BP 98 over 70, clammy, sweaty.

Shit.

You know how hard it is to drag a full grown man onto a bed. Dead weight!

He took a nap and felt better. His head cleared up and the cough medicine made him stop coughing.

We are both hoarse, and his speech is now even worse than usual, but it seems we're on the mend.

Whew!

Bugs has her court appointment tomorrow. I think we're all a bit preoccupied with it, but won't discuss it much. Just holding our breath, see what wonderful surprises are awaiting us.

On the other side of the ocean:

Talked with my sister yesterday. The poor girl is having a tough time getting along wit Mom.
Always having been each other's favorite, now that Mom is getting older and even more demanding than she used to, my sister is starting to understand why I emigrated.

:>)

But I enjoy hearing the stories. She gets things off her chest by bitching at me, I roll on the floor laughing.

Sis has carpal tunnel on both hands and is waiting for her surgery dates. First one hand, two weeks later the other. She will be on PAID sick leave for SIX weeks. She won't be able to drive her car and do many other things.

She told Mom NOT to make ANY doctors appointments until February.

Mom, the hypochondriac, makes an appointment for a colonoscopy (no less) on January 6.

Mom is very angry that my sister won't be able to take her.
Mom thinks sis should postpone HER surgeries.
Even though the colonoscopy is not necessary. At least not immediately.

Mom just had a few bouts of diarrhea, you see, and that worries her

*LOL*

But good old sis kept her foot down and called my brother, who graciously offered to take Mom to her 'test'

Funny things is, that all three of us said the same about my mom and hospitals. Mom always feels GREAT in hospitals, we all remember her sitting up in bed (in a room with at least 12 other patients) like a Queen, pleased as punch that her underlings were coming to grace her with visits.
Finally she got the attention she wanted apparently.
It's interesting to me that both my brother and I (and we were young when Mom was in the hospital a few times) remembers this and thought alike.

Ahhh...always good for a laugh...

I hear munchkin sounds...short nap


Damn


SGMKJ!