06 January 2007
Yesterday we thought The Ancestor was having a stroke. I took her to the ER where we spent six thrilling hours and then she was admitted to the horse-spittle. I spent the night there with her last night and have stayed by her most of today—am home for a quick shower and change of clothes and then back I go for Night in Reclining Naugahyde #2. Maybe she can come home tomorrow. It wasn't a stroke she had, though the scary symptoms were right for one. Nope, she is very sick with a raging infection in her bladder, one that started spreading to her bloodstream. Good thing she's getting some doctorly attention. Ah, strange are the thoughts knocking around in my mind. More on these subjects later, when we're all home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
Posted by Geo on Saturday, January 06, 2007