I'm sending the strongest love and healing light I have to both of you, dear Bess!
Oh, he and you are both in my thoughts and prayers. I remember my dad going through heart issues a couple years ago at this time. Scary.
Y'all are both in my prayers. May you be restored, healed and strengthened. Take care and enjoy all that lovely rain and the new beautiful yarn.
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Saturday, November 15, 2008
Only love can mend it again
In the scant moments I had to be on-line yesterday morning, I checked my horoscope, which warned me to be prepared to change my weekend plans at a moment's notice. And then the stars proceeded to give me notice.
I came home from my travels with some sort of upper respiratory ailment. Not sure if it is viral, a cold or allergies I'm not sure how to treat it either. I've been left tired, with a slight fever and a truly horrible cough. The house hasn't been cleaned in weeks since the past 2 weekends have required my presence elsewhere and cleaning house during the week is just not going to happen. Laundry is piled to the sky and it's rained for days and will continue to do so till tomorrow. Although my darling BD emptied the kitchen trash last weekend, he neglected to empty any of the others, which are now impudently rejecting any additional content by spilling it onto the floor. Emptying trash in the country is a big deal. You have to take it out yourself – not just to the curb, but to the Waste Management Center and you must remember that it is only open M,W,F, and S and not after 5:30, which pinches when you work till 6 most days of the week.
Sounds like really good reasons to complain, hmmm? Or at least to hole up in bed with hot lemon flavored drinks and trashy novels. But this is not to be. BD has also been suffering lately with angina attacks. He had a heart attack 3 years ago and after surgery and a few weeks of rest, was pretty much back on his feet again that summer. But 2 months ago I noticed him changing his behavior – resting after the sort of exertion that never bothered him before – and quizzed him about it. At the time he brushed my concerns aside. Evidently the attacks began coming more frequently though, and the recent loss of his brother to a massive heart attack prompted him, 10 days ago, to make an appointment with his cardiologist. The level of his concern is illustrated by the fact that he didn't tell me till I got back from NC.
I am not offended by his reticence. I understand it, actually. And he told me in time for me to take the day off and go with him to the city hospital yesterday for a stress test. Good thing too. He went straight from the stress test, via convoluted hallways and elevators, to the operating room, where good doctors put a stent in the blockage that was causing the trouble. Sober tsking faces warned of some Other Issues that he Better Take Action Upon This Time and advised me that they would sick Dr. A-K on him.
Dr. A-K is a story unto herself. She is the woman who ruins it all for the rest of us. Drop Dead Gorgeous, a passel of kids, and the best durn endocrinologist in the city. I hope I am there when she rakes him over the coals, because she had her hands on him 3 years ago and he resisted her advice. Bet he won't this time.
But in spite of the slight wicked glee at the thought of my precious darling husband being scolded by someone with more data in her base than I have; and in spite of whatever changes in schedule the coming weeks hold, I'm actually very proud of him for acting on these warning signals in time to prevent another heart attack. We sure don't need to loose 2 Haile men in the same month. He's on the mend. He'll likely be home today.
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Knitting content? Knitting? Oh yeah. There's a flash badge of photos in the sidebar. The Stitches haul was massive. It's mostly all chunky, but it's also mostly all soft merino and alpaca with just a little bling in the form of ribbon and silk. Final calculations – 122 skeins of yarn at $1.51 a piece.