My mom’s going into the hospital

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.


Author: shalanna

Shalanna: rhymes with "Madonna" and "I wanna," and is not a soundalike with "Hosanna" or "Sha-Na-Na." Aging hippie with long hair, husband, elderly mother, and yappy Pomeranian. I've been writing since I could hold a crayon. I started with fiction, which Mama said was "lying." “Don’t tell stories,” she would admonish, in Southern vernacular. “That's all in your imagination!” When grownups said this, they were not approving. So, shamed, I stopped telling stories for a few years--rather, I stopped letting anyone read them. I'm married to a fellow computer nerd who doesn't really like hearing about writing, but who reads sf/fantasy and understands the creative drive. I'm actually a nonconformist/hippie still wearing bluejeans and drop earrings and the Alice-in-Wonderland hair with headbands and sandals. Favorite flavor is chocolate/orange, favorite color is either Dreamsicle orange (cantaloupe) or bubble-gum pink, favorite musical is either Bye Bye Birdie, Rocky Horror, or The Producers . . . wait, I also love The Music Man. Is this getting way too specific and irrelevant yet? Obvious why I don't sell a ton of flash fiction, isn't it? To define oneself, I always say, it is good to make a list. How about a booklist? Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird Frank and Ernestine Gilbreth, Cheaper by the Dozen C.S.Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (all the Narnia books) J.R.R.Tolkien,The Hobbit/LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy Gail Godwin, The Odd Woman F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby J. D. Salinger, Catcher in the Rye (before dismissing it, actually read it) George Orwell, 1984 Kurt Vonnegut, Cat's Cradle Donna Tartt, The Secret History Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn James Allen, As A Man Thinketh Mark Winegardner, Elvis Presley Boulevard James Thurber, My Life and Hard Times The Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum Winnie-the-Pooh/House at Pooh Corner, A. A. Milne Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie The KJV and NIV Bible (each translation has its glories)

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