Sometimes the train goes too fast.
Sometimes I think I should know when something momentous is happening. Such as -- when I am going about my normal routine in the evening, and then going to sleep, and waking up and getting ready for work... there should be some kind of inkling, some little tickle of consciousness, to tell me something out of the ordinary happened.
While I was busy updating the wedding guest list, my dad was having trouble breathing. While I was thinking how tired I was, and how much I need a good night's sleep, my mom was calling 911. While I was asleep, dreaming random dreams, my dad was getting poked, prodded, and tubed.
The good news is he's feeling better. The bad news is he is still in the hospital, waiting for the cardiologist to pronounce treatment for his congestive heart failure, and probably put him back on the very medication he stopped about three months ago because no one knew why he was on it.
Well now we know, don't we? The Alzheimer's robbed him of the "why" of that medication, and since it was so long ago, so many doctor's ago, a life ago... no one else knew what it was for.
In my Palm, I have every medication listed, with dosage, and what it's for. I think I'll add to that, the dr who Rx'd it. Just in case, y'know?
I've been obsessed, lately, with the fragility of life. It is so all around us... the birth of new babies in the family, the death of old friends, the aging of our parents. All the milestones that mark the passage of our lives are amplified this year, due to the upcoming nuptials that mark a new chapter for my little girl.
Sometimes I have too much to think about.
While I was busy updating the wedding guest list, my dad was having trouble breathing. While I was thinking how tired I was, and how much I need a good night's sleep, my mom was calling 911. While I was asleep, dreaming random dreams, my dad was getting poked, prodded, and tubed.
The good news is he's feeling better. The bad news is he is still in the hospital, waiting for the cardiologist to pronounce treatment for his congestive heart failure, and probably put him back on the very medication he stopped about three months ago because no one knew why he was on it.
Well now we know, don't we? The Alzheimer's robbed him of the "why" of that medication, and since it was so long ago, so many doctor's ago, a life ago... no one else knew what it was for.
In my Palm, I have every medication listed, with dosage, and what it's for. I think I'll add to that, the dr who Rx'd it. Just in case, y'know?
I've been obsessed, lately, with the fragility of life. It is so all around us... the birth of new babies in the family, the death of old friends, the aging of our parents. All the milestones that mark the passage of our lives are amplified this year, due to the upcoming nuptials that mark a new chapter for my little girl.
Sometimes I have too much to think about.