and the beat goes on...
So here I am ready to scream after a lovely day of work( always fun), while I have a mild case of food poisoning(I think)...
I get home to my shoe string piece of sanctuary, strecth out on the bed, get ready to plug my modem in, and there is a polite knock on the door...
Never good... my folks don't knock and wait for much.
Mom walks in after I say its ok.
My uncle Jack is in the hospital. He had a heart attack playing tennis. He was out for 6 minutes. They don't know about a stroke. Relatives didn't mention if he got cpr while the paramedics were being called. He doesn't recognize very many people yet. He isn't "doing good" is all she will say.
I'm getting too used to this...
I get home to my shoe string piece of sanctuary, strecth out on the bed, get ready to plug my modem in, and there is a polite knock on the door...
Never good... my folks don't knock and wait for much.
Mom walks in after I say its ok.
My uncle Jack is in the hospital. He had a heart attack playing tennis. He was out for 6 minutes. They don't know about a stroke. Relatives didn't mention if he got cpr while the paramedics were being called. He doesn't recognize very many people yet. He isn't "doing good" is all she will say.
I'm getting too used to this...