My sister-in-law’s husband passed in December. His death was expected. He had battled with health issues for many years and was ready to go home. In the hospital again, he mentioned to his family that he was tired of living. They listened to his request and disconnected his breathing apparatus.
January brought another death in the family. This time it was another sister-in-law’s husband who passed. He was in his 80’s, battled diabetes and other health issues for years. Problems intensified suddenly, leading to hospitalization and a passing. Both of the deaths were back East. Weather conditions made it difficult for us to travel.
Death usually comes to our family in threes. When we came home from visiting our youngest daughter, a friend phoned. She is 84, and in the hospital. A blood clot in her lungs after Christmas required medical attention. She told me that there were no open beds in her hospital. She asked me if I knew her husband was in the hospital also. I had to admit the I was unaware. No one had phoned me. Her husband had a touch of the flu, and possibly either a stroke or a heart attack. Because of their advanced age and health conditions, they have a health care worker who didn’t like the color on his face and phoned their daughter. My friend was hoping to come home on Sunday. She will be on an expensive blood thinner for a year. Her husband had an artery opened to improve his blood flow. I’m not sure when he will be released.
About that time I realized that there had been two recent deaths in the family. I can’t say I was waiting for number three, but I wasn’t surprised when my phone rang and announced another passing. This time it was a friend from the camper. She was 98 years young. Even though she had lost some of her vision, she was active at Light House for the Blind, listened to books, exercised and remained as active as she could.
A fall caused a rapid decline in her health. She didn’t want to go to a hospital so her family arranged for 24 hour hospice in their home. Even though her funeral was closer, our unpredictable weather dictated a card sent rather than a trip.
Since the last two deaths were within two days, I told someone that they were having a party in heaven. I don’t want to admit that I’m getting older too. But I’m paying more attention to weather conditions than I used too.
Step by step : First step — my husband made an appointment with an optometrist, his eyes were burning and tearing when he read for a long time. He learned that he needed glasses, that although he had cataracts they weren’t too bad and his retina was disintegrating. Eye sight is important — you don’t want to lose it.
Second step — we made an appointment with our primary doctor. We learned that my husband’s blood sugar over a three month period was still too high, an adjustment to his insulin was needed. Thankfully, his diabetes hadn’t affected his eyes. We also received a referral to a Retina specialist. I learned after an examination, that our doctor determined that the pain in my back was probably caused by a muscle. Another incentive to lose weight.
Third step — I made an appointment with the retina specialist. On a shopping trip we located the Dr.’s office so we wouldn’t get lost. We left early enough to arrive ahead of time, in case there was paperwork to fill out.
Fourth step — we located the doctor’s office on the building sign and determined it was on the third floor. We pressed the elevator for up, when it arrived — we pressed the button for the third floor. We descended into the basement. We pressed the button for the third floor. We stopped at one. We pressed the button for the third floor. We DESCENDED to the basement. We pressed the button for the third floor, we ascended to the fourth. When the elevator door opened, WE GOT OFF AND WALKED DOWN A FLIGHT OF STAIRS. Arriving at office 333, the sign on the door read Diamond Health services. ??? The person at the desk said the doctor had relocated and took us down to the building rental office via elevator. We learned the doctor relocated two years ago — to Oakbrook. ?? We had been early, but Oakbrook was easily a 45 minute drive. There is no way we would have arrived close to the time of his appointment.
Thankfully I had brought the information our primary doctor had given us that had the phone number on it. When I phoned, I learned that they had relocated to a hospital that was only a fifteen minute drive from our location. I knew exactly where the hospital was since the vascular surgeon that had healed my leg was located there. We exited the building by WALKING DOWN the stairs.
Last step — after an examination, the doctor determined that my husband didn’t need treatment for his retina at this time. We have another appointment in six months. NEXT TIME we are going to a new doctor, I WILL TRY TO REMEMBER to confirm the address.
Was the elevator possessed or was it only trying to tell us we were at the wrong place? Good question — no answer.
Was I angry? Good question — No, I laughed. So now I’m sure you are wondering what I’m writing about. When I visited the post office, the clerk’s and my conversation revolved around how “my friends in high places” communicated with me. We spoke of flickering lights, trouble with the phone and computer problems. When I arrived home, I wrote POST OFFICE, followed by SMOOTHIE. I try to keep the ramble to around 500 words and I was already over my self imposed limit. Writing SMOOTHIE, I had another thought that I decided to share. I save all of my rambles on a external hard drive — except SMOOTHIE got stuck in a loop — refused to be saved and impossible to get the original screen back. I’m not sure how I solved the problem, it was probably a time when I kept trying various methods until something worked. When SMOOTHIE appeared on the screen, it was missing the last paragraph. AND I UNDERSTOOD that the thought shouldn’t be shared and laughed.
I first experienced my “editor” when I was writing TO PAP,WITH LOVE. I had TROUBLE — sentences disappeared, I watched words disappear like the computer game Pac Man that ate stuff. Whole paragraphs disappeared when the computer locked. I had trouble printing a chapter — I thought I hadn’t written it well and tried to improve the writing. The trouble finally stopped when I realized it wasn’t in the writing — we had been given the present of a beautiful day. Lesson learned and REMEMBERED.
AND MY “EDITORS” ARE STILL WITH ME!
I thought SACRED SPACE was a limited time but I’m wondering if it is continuing. My grandson’s birthday is approaching as is the anniversary of my maternal grandmother’s birthday. Shopping with a friend yesterday, I found a dime laying by the trunk closure, not inside the trunk on the floor bed, but in the ridge of the weather striping.
I discovered a brand new mystery book by a favorite author at half price. I was unaware that she had a new book coming out. I found slippers that I thought were on sale for $7, for which I was charged $3 on my sales slip. I found a couple of presents for my grandchildren in the clearance section. Summer is approaching and their toys at the camper haven’t kept up with their age. Sitting waiting for a friend, an elderly woman sat down to rest next to me. She mentioned that she was just released from the hospital and being curious, I inquired to the reason. Learning that sugar was a factor, I shared our success with Dream Fields spaghetti helping to control my husband’s diabetes.
I KNOW that “my editors” are paying attention. So now I have a new question. Recently I have received many ideas to write about. Is my life getting busier and I’ll have less time to write? Or should I publish more often? Many questions — no immediate answers.