Oh my word, dear friends, what a last few days this has been. Your thoughts and prayers from my last post were an encouragement to read while sitting at the hospital.
Mother-in-law is in Rehab..Progressing slowly but better. MIL is the one who taught me about all things Quilty. Her Embroidery is a thing of beauty even with poor eyesight. She and I have plans to stitch together through the winter...good medicine for anyone don't you think?? Plus it gives her purpose and a goal.
My Uncle was removed from ventilator and still critical but asking all his nurses if they know the Lord. He has been more of a Father to me than my real Dad (they were brothers). Prognosis at this point is not good but not hopeless.
MRI UPDATE on #1 Husband...Take 3
Friends, this man I'm married to has multiple personalities to say the least! When I last left you, #1 Husband was scheduled for MRI ROUND 2 because the FIRST appt. was not only on the WRONG day but not an OPEN MRI. #1 Husband said, and I quote, "I'm Not gitten' in one of those tubes! You know how claustrophobic I am!"
So we reschedule for a new day , new facility...everything is A-OK...Right??? HA! You should know by now it can't be THAT easy..............
MRI Appt. #3.
When scheduling for the OPEN MRI, the nurse calls the new facility and she barely gets #1's name out of her mouth when the nurse on the other end says, "Oh yes, we know him, he has trouble. Better prescribe 2mg. of Ativan instead of 1 mg."
#1 Husband 7 PaPaw
helping Grandson James
in Therapeutic Horseback Riding
#1 Husband and I arrive for appointment, fill out necessary paperwork, go back to MRI room and there sits the Largest MRI TUBE you have ever seen! #1's eyes are about to bug out of his head and I can hear his heart racing from where I stand..not really but you know how us wives/mothers have ESP and supersonic hearing. I immediately speak up and say, "This isn't an Open MRI!" ...Duh... all the while the MRI technician is scurrying around like a banty rooster pushing buttons, lifting levers, moving cushions in place and talking a mile a minute, saying things like, "Oh this is much bigger than a regular MRI" or "We can get much better pictures with this machine" or "We can be done in half the time as the OTHER machine".
Yeah, right, THAT OTHER OPEN MRI that we came here for!? OH yeah, THAT ONE
The entire reason we came HERE because we wanted the OPEN MRI!!!
All the while #1 is standing in the middle of a cold sterile room in this pitiful faded robe, 3 sizes too big and looking every bit the scared little 10 yr. old boy having his first shot. Ok, here is where I need to remind you that #1 has taken 2 mg. of Ativan and it's kicked in rather well by this point so I basically have a 6'4" 240 lb. DRUNK man on my hands. That tech could have placed #1 in a meat grinder and he wouldn't have complained...so it was up to me to speak up! HA, What was I thinking??!! NOPE...Not even GMAMA JANE could not stop the "MRI Nazi" as I called him (not meant to offend) from putting #1 Husband in the MRI TUBE!
Before I know what's happening #1 Husband is rolling back in a TUBE the size of my Chapstick and all I can do is PRAY. Bless his Heart, is all I can say at this point. I do believe ATIVAN is anointed by God in these situations because NO WAY Jose' would I be watching the big guy lying in a sausage tube without pharmaceuticals...modern medicine is a blessing!
30 min. later #1 rolls out of "The Tube" , I get him dressed all the while mumbling about how we were 'tricked", roll him to the car and hope we can make it home without incident.
On the way home we drive by THE Lawnmower shop and #1 insists he is fine and able to "just look". I knew better but I stopped anyway. We're inside for about 10-15 min and I'm looking in the bird/garden section when I see #1 at the counter with a huge case of machine oil and other strange items. Not only has he purchased a CASE of those little bottles of lawnmower oil, #1 is in the process of PURCHASING a O-Turn LawnMower to the tune of several THOUSAND Dollars!! Fortunately, I pull the salesman over to the side, explain the situation, tell him how #1 Husband has just had a little "procedure' and is high on Ativan and definitely NOT competent to make a major purchase of this size.
BY now, I have lost my Ho-Ho-Ho and ready to get this man home, in the bed, and OVER WITH!! In my best Take Charge voice, I get #1 husband out of the Lawnmower store with his case of oil ( I thought the salesman deserved something for his time) in the car, and Homeward Bound!
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