I
woke up to snow on the ground, here, this morning.
I
had a car maintenance appointment in Kelso around noon – the street looked
fine, so I kept the appointment 😉
I
decided to wear pink today. A lot of pink 😊
On
my way out the door, I grabbed my latest read, and stuck it in my purse – it’s
a good read, and it keeps my attention; I’m already ¾th’s way through it.
Driving
back home, I topped the gas tank, and noticed the price has gone down a bit …
and I also got an invite to lunch at the Indy Diner on Industrial Way 😊
Listening
to Christmas music while driving home on Old Pacific Highway, those pesky
peacocks were stopping traffic again. They really need to have their wings
clipped! They are pretty – but they are also a nuisance.
I
had barely gotten around the pesky birds, when I got an incoming text: Mr.
Complication was in the hospital ☹
That
bit of news was additional complication. He has the key to the building where
the Jam Sessions are held – people needed to be told the session would be
canceled. Another friend texted me and told me that the roads would be too
risky, and everyone needed to stay home; I agreed … but I also texted back saying
the people who would be showing up (those used to driving in the iffy
weather) still needed to be told the session was canceled: I needed to get
into the hills and meet them with the news when they showed up (some people
are weird about giving their phone numbers out).
So,
that’s what I did.
And
I’m glad I risked it because the roads were really not that bad, and people did
show up. I arrived safely, and the news was relayed. I really didn’t have much
to tell them, other than he was in the hospital.
The
drive home was a little dicier – there was ice under the slush; but I drove
very cautiously, and managed to get back home in one piece 😉
When
I got home, I ate Supper and decided to see if I could find out anything more
about Mr. Complication’s situation. I spent hours on the phone (no one knew
anything more than I did). When I got an actual person on the hospital line,
I even went as far as hinting that I was a “close friend” (and I would have
had the info if the test results had come in faster); all I managed to get
from mutual friends was that he’d been throwing up earlier at his house, and
drove himself to the hospital with severe pains, he thought was an appendix
attack.
Hearing
how severely he had been throwing up – immediately sent my thoughts into flashback
mode, remembering Bob violently throwing up before I rushed him to ER that
horrible day, that landed him in ER with a death sentence hanging over his
head.
Around
9 PM, Mr. Complication texted me that he had been diagnosed with kidney stones.
OUCH! Again, flashback memories hit fast and furious. I literally had to school
myself to calm down and breathe calmly.
All the memories and
feels that went with those memories were crowding my thoughts: Bob’s situation
spiraled out of control because he didn’t feel the pain like a normal person
would (so he missed the warning pains), and an infection set in that
could not be controlled; which led to his physical death … Mr.
Complication feels the ouch; he will fare better than my Mr. Wonderful
did.
NO! I do not love Mr. Complication! But, he is
a friend, and I don’t like to think of him suffering that kind of pain. I hope
that this affliction will be tended to quickly, and that he will be on the mend
speedily.
