Yesterday I slept in until about 11. Then I made it out of bed, ate some toast Lori had made me and washed the sheets. The rest of the day was spent recuperating. Around 4pm, Marty was headed over to get some wine for a closing. A few minutes later Lori called and said they were taking Dixie by ambulance to the hospital and that she was leaving Frisco now. I told her I’d leave now but she told me to wait a few so I waited until Marty showed up.
As soon as Marty showed up 30 minutes later, I headed to the hospital. Dixie still wasn’t there when I was on the road but Lori was. By the time I made it there, Dixie and Lori were in the ER. Apparently Lori told assisted living on Sunday to check her for a UTI. I guess they did but didn’t get the results, which were positive, back until yesterday, and then, no one was there to give her an anti-biotic. So of course she had an infection. Lori said her blood pressure was low and her lips were blue when they took her! By the time they let me go back at ER, she looked great and was joking away with me.
They ran all kinds of tests from an EKG to a CT of her stomach and when done, decided to keep her overnight as it was close to 10. Lori had me go home around 8 and she made it home a little after 11. We’ll get her this morning and take her home barring any unforeseen complications during the night. Lori said when they took her up to her room last night she looked at the guy and said, “are you my bed mate”? Funny, Lori said the guy turned red.
Dixie will be 92 on Saturday and Kristin arrives tomorrow. Marty and I were talking and we both agreed we’d sign up today for 92 in a heart beat. Dixie is in general, in pretty good health, considering all her issues. She can get around on her own, use the bathroom just fine and pretty much knows what’s going on in real time. She gets confused about things like her parents, who she thinks are on an extended trip to Europe for 2 years, and some other stuff but that’s about it. Thank God she has Lori or she would have been long gone if left alone in Sacramento.
While waiting to go back to see Dixie and Lori, I ran into Dr. Yarberry who is a long time doctor that always wears Hawaiian shirts and works at the hospital. He lost his daughter years ago which was devastating but always has a smile. He saw me and smiled and I stood up and said hi and shook his hand and asked how he was doing. The moment struck me as he said, “I had a really good day”. He said it in such a way that you could tell he was genuinely happy about it and pleased to have just lived another day. It was surreal and caught me off guard. Just something about the way he said it, you could tell he was really thankful and appreciative to be alive. Made me think just how fragile life is.
Well that’s it, back at it, time never stops so time to get back on the horse. Make it a great day, warm weather is coming. The boys come home tomorrow and Ty is kicking a cold. Easter is also this weekend! He is Risen! Get ready, big weekend, God Bless.