I got to Adventist Lodi Memorial Hospital via an over-caring Coast Guard nurse practitioner and an efficient ambulance crew. For my over-night stay, I think I can credit my Corley heart. I arrived back at Angel’s Haven with a sling, a new secondary diagnosis, and a common cold. I’m okay with all of this.
The original fall which should have resulted in a visit to an urgent care occurred in Chicago. My son offered to take me but the stubborn nature which goes with that Corley heart resisted. I muddled through the last night of my visit, the arduous trip home, and two days of work. Then I had the honor of helping with an event to Showcase local art in the California delta. That undertaking spelled my temporary demise. Fatigue overcame me. I have no one to blame but myself. And I’m not complaining because it worked out all right in the end.
On Saturday, toward the end of the event, I took another stumble and now I’ve got more medication and a new appreciation for the neighbors who surround me in my tiny house Community as well as people I barely know who came to my rescue and appeared in the emergency room to make sure that I had what I needed and got to where I needed to be. (♡ Robin & Don Wisdom.)
There are a lot of things about my life which can only be described as inenviable. However, the fact that Angels appear everywhere I need them compensates for a lot of shortfalls in the existence which I had managed to cobble together.
My overnight stay in the hospital flowed from an irregular EKG during the ambulance ride. The ER doctor took no chances and suggested with a fair amount of firmness that I should stay. As a 24-hour observation patient, I got accelerated treatment, special consideration, and a great deal of attention. They made their deadlines and my ride arrived a mere 24 hours, one day, a tiny slice of my life after I departed from the Delta Bay Marina on a stretcher.
By the time I got home, I realized that whatever else life might bring, it has certainly brought me an appreciation for the kindness of strangers. From that Coast Guard nurse practitioner to the lady who cleaned my room and told me about her divorce, everybody whom I met had a smile, a willing nature, and an unflagging dedication to my comfort. What more can a woman ask?
It’s the 16th day of the 69th month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues.
I finally mastered the art of left-handed scrambled eggs.