Friday, the 13th. Tonight was the night we were supposed to have a crazy celebration party with friends in town . . and you realize that crazy for us is probably pretty calm for everyone else. It was their celebration . . not ours, and they’re celebrating without us! This was the event we were planning where this conversation began.
They may all need bail money but Vince and I did not. Our wild and crazy Friday, the 13th involved a day at the hospital . . two days actually. Nothing serious . . but it could have been. I now know I cannot take prednisone!
Being admitted through the ER meant staying in the ER for about 8 hours waiting for a room so for two meals, I had a turkey sandwich. Guess I shouldn’t complain . . at least they gave me something to eat.
I still have my neck and shoulder ache but you can bet I won’t take prednisone ever again.
I can’t say enough good about the Hendrick Hospital system in Abilene. The nurses, the doctors, the staff . . they were all so kind and attentive. Kinda sad to have to drive almost 2 hours to get to a hospital where we feel comfortable. Speaking of 2 hours . . as we were getting ready to leave Thursday morning to go to the hospital, Vince was already headed to the car and I said “Wait! I have to wind two skeins of yarn because I’m going to run out if I don’t!” He said “You are NOT going to wind yarn since you really need to get to the hospital!” I told him it would be much worse if I was sitting there all day with nothing to do so I wound my two skeins of yarn, which I didn’t even need because I didn’t get to do that much knitting.
I’m home . . it’s late (almost 10:30 p.m.). We got home about an hour ago. I think we’ll both be in bed early tonight.