There is no joy in vacationing when one worries about what's happening at home. So I headed toward home instead of toward Chattanooga, my original destination for the next two days. I did take some brief side-trips off I-65, but never ventured more than 5 miles off the interstate.
About 4 pm I gave up any hope of continuing with the ruse that I was still vacationing, and dead-headed for home, stopping at Matt & Sarah's for ten minutes to drop of a t-shirt for Thomas, a silver necklace for Sarah, and some gourmet jellied candy for Matt.
Upon arriving home I found that the neurologist believed that Mother had not had a mini-stroke, but that a spike in her blood pressure (which was 240/130 at the emergency room) caused the "stroke-like symptoms" and the seizure.
So... It seems that Mother Dearest had not been taking her blood pressure medicine, bless her heart. Eric (baby brother) is going to be having a long chat with her about someone else being in charge of her medications and, if she doesn't like it, that there's a lovely nursing home where the staff will make sure she's taking the correct dosing. Wow. Go Bro. Glad it's not me delivering THAT news!
An ongoing post about the perils encountered after retirement. Moving... boredom... the second career... new friends... grandmothering... and now having less time than when I was "working."
Elise Wright
About Me
- Elise
- White House, Tennessee
- Owner of an online yarn and needlework shop, Elise is constantly working on some form of needlework. Sometimes it's knitting, sometimes crochet, but it's just as likely to be cross stitch, punchneedle, needlepoint, ribbon embroidery, or tatting.
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