My mom was scheduled to go into the hospital tomorrow to get three units of blood (she’s down to 7 units, which is about half of what you are supposed to have, because she has a secret leak somewhere they haven’t been able to find, and she gets anemic quickly). But this morning she says she feels so weak and has such stomach pain that she would like to go to the ER and just check in. So we’re about to run by the doctor’s office to see what the protocol is. She’s always scared and nervous, but this isn’t particularly dangerous–it is, a LITTLE bit, but not that bad–what worries her is the tests they might sneak in on her while they have her there. And she really didn’t want to be in there through the weekend when they’re on minimum staff and you don’t have the test services that you do during the week (it’s limited to emergency stuff, mostly).
She’d appreciate all your Good Thinks and prayers that you have to spare. Her name is Jodie. (And maybe it wouldn’t hurt to think of me a bit *grin* –I need an iPad, I suppose, to keep me from going insane as I sit there in the uncomfortable bedside chair. If I could see the durn screen. Have to look at one in person to see if I could read it.)
I’ll take a printout of the current WIP to work on, but I won’t be able to concentrate on it. For some reason, I never can when we’re cooped up in a hospital room.