So, I was sitting here, minding my own business, and the gate phone rang. Ween knows that means visitors so she starts barking, dancing, and jumping. She can't really dance or jump; legs too short and weighs too much, but she tries.
The person at the gate was the person from Home Healthcare. Two hours later and so much information zipping around my brain, she asked if I had any questions. Since I blanked out most of what she said, I told her I didn't have any questions. ( I didn't know enough to ask questions.) I have since garnered from Mock and "the person I can't mention by name." Mock was a EMT and the other person has been diagnosed with Diabetes and has been through this. (Great resource)
Next, my trip to the Dr, to find out my blood count "something" or other is not high enough, so I am still on my BLOOD shots to boost my blood. Wellllllll, any idiot could know that my blood should be low in everything. I'm a quart low according to my dip stick from all the blood letting they have done in the last two weeks. I'm sure they are supplying the free world with my platelets.
My relative brought me home and called a little later to go to dinner. He's so sweet. I think he's worried about me. He brought me ginger ale, flowers, and spent all kinds of time with me in the hospital. I'm still expecting to be whole, and the sooner the better.
And then there is Ween's philosophy - "Sleep cures everything." Even though it's only 6, I think we both need to go hold down the bed. We're getting really good at that. It comes from lots of practice.
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