My mom appears to be doing remarkably well in the hospital.\u00a0 I went down Friday night half-expecting to see a sickly woman…but she was already chatting with my aunt and uncle who were visiting. Yeah, she would occasionally get winded while talking a lot, but overall she was laughing, smiling, and 100% coherent.<\/p>\n
I visited her again on Saturday and she seemed even slightly better.\u00a0 In fact, she was hoping to come home that day. Alas, the doctor had other plans and scheduled her for a heart stress test today.\u00a0 That dropped her mood a bit (understandably) and she didn’t seem as good on Sunday.\u00a0 She gets very winded very easily. Even just getting out of bed and going to the bathroom left her gasping for air (pnemonia, along with early emphysema). But the hope is for her to return home tomorrow and take it easy from there.<\/p>\n
Randy came down on Saturday and joined me for two trips to the hospital. And I eagerly awaited Tropical Storm Hanna on Saturday night but was left disappointed. Around 11PM it started getting quite windy (you could hear it through the windows and even the fireplace). I took the dog out for a walk and she was petrified as she heard the wind howling and twigs falling from trees and hitting the cars. However, the peak of the storm was supposed to be around 2AM and by that point it had already seemed to die down. Oh well.<\/p>\n
After visiting my mother at the hospital on Sunday, Randy and I headed to Sandy Neck Beach. I fear that Randy will never go to a Provincetown beach again. The waves were bigger (partially because of Hanna, and partically because Sandy Neck always seems to get bigger waves). Randy wants to return and boogie board. Meanwhile, I like the eye candy up in Ptown. Perhaps we’ll compromise next summer.<\/p>\n
Isn’t that what relationships are all about?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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