A bit of a scare
Last night, right before I went to bed, I had a scare. My mother called to tell me my dad "slipped" out of his wheelchair a few hours earlier and the nursing home wanted to know which hospital he should be taken to. She opted for the VA in West Palm Beach, but she hadn't asked if he was ok and by now, midnight, she was being told that she could call back in an hour to ask more questions. She had already taken a sleeping pill a couple of hours earlier so didn't think she could wait up.
I had just spoken to her a few hours earlier and she said that my dad was good, and that when she visited him (daily) he was asking to be taken to the smoking area outside so that he could smoke his pipe--which my sister and I think is great.
Surprisingly, I was able to sleep and called my mother as soon as I woke up. He's fine, and was back at Whitehall by 2am.
The good news is that he's getting physical therapy again three times a week and that he IS smoking his pipe --although he has trouble packing it.
Now the morning is sunny but the apartment is cold. Lunch with a friend and I'll be attending the reading of Ellen Kushner's radio play this evening.
Oh and someone in one of my online groups asked if Bella was a brown tabby and I replied no that she's black and gray--but I'm wrong. I checked online to determine tabby coloration and yes indeed she is brown (you can tell by the roots of fur). I think Sophie however, is a silver and black tabby judging from her roots. I can't figure out who I was discussing this with so figured you'd see this an id yourself ;-)
I had just spoken to her a few hours earlier and she said that my dad was good, and that when she visited him (daily) he was asking to be taken to the smoking area outside so that he could smoke his pipe--which my sister and I think is great.
Surprisingly, I was able to sleep and called my mother as soon as I woke up. He's fine, and was back at Whitehall by 2am.
The good news is that he's getting physical therapy again three times a week and that he IS smoking his pipe --although he has trouble packing it.
Now the morning is sunny but the apartment is cold. Lunch with a friend and I'll be attending the reading of Ellen Kushner's radio play this evening.
Oh and someone in one of my online groups asked if Bella was a brown tabby and I replied no that she's black and gray--but I'm wrong. I checked online to determine tabby coloration and yes indeed she is brown (you can tell by the roots of fur). I think Sophie however, is a silver and black tabby judging from her roots. I can't figure out who I was discussing this with so figured you'd see this an id yourself ;-)