Today it was working again. Earthlink is not my friend.
While I was posting yesterday I had a spell at the base of my skull. Large vibration. Called the internist's office and was told to go to ER. Located Ellen who got me there around 11:30 am. The place was a zoo. Drama abounded.
When I finally made it to the fast track rooms and was told I was fine, four hours had elapsed. Others had been there much longer.
Ellen spent the night and worked from my home on a deadline project. I had another left arm spell at 6 pm and again when I was ready for bed.
Today we went for a nerve test in my neck and arms by the polio rehabilitation specialist. After these were done he said my polio damaged muscles were worse but whatever was causing my spells "WAS NOT A PINCHED NERVE".
So bite the bullet when you have 2 seconds of scary vibration or numbness or whatever you are calling it that we don't have a code for.
So until I can describe it in medical jargon I'm clamming up. Ellen's internist has email. I'm thinking of switching to him next year. He has a more central location and his hospital E.R. does not humiliate themselves by saying they have "fast track ER.".
Yesterday was pleasant and I got several calls of good wishes. I meant to make my own calls but the phone was too heavy.
The lady across the street (whom I have not visited with since I stopped mowing my own lawn) came over to catch up. Her daughter just had a baby on December 7. She is still living at home with the child. I said I thought it was great that she blew off the whole get married have babies get a divorce and get saddled with deadbeat dad b.s. This way she can get on with her education and career. Plus there's a grand baby to play with. Don't think my neighbor had looked at it this way but she was pleased.
Friend Hank has visited on Christmas Eve for many years. Last year he brought a lady friend without letting me know. And she took my picture! I was so embarrassed to be caught with my hair uncombed. I mentioned it to someone who repeated it to Hank. So this year he called first and they came later with a box of chocolates.
I baby sat with Hank's dog Daisy when Sue and he took motorcycle trips, so I was sad to hear Daisy died at age 16. Hank buried her at his place at Lake of the Ozarks and made a headstone. She was the sweetest rat terrier that ever lived.
David called to see if I had "my new phone" yet. The family in Albuquerque he is close to just had a terrible tragedy. Their 22 year old son committed suicide last week. David said "Don't worry mom. I'll never do that to you."
Spell count: Sunday 4:30 pm 6 pm. In the comfy electric chair. Weird electrical feeling then numb hand.
I wish the Maker could stamp the date we will die, say on the bottom of our big toe. Handy information to have yet not obvious to everyone.
"Pretty good. Haven't checked my toe lately but I have no complaints."
The last year of your toe date you could pass your money on to friends and relatives instead of pharmaceutical companies.
For me it would mean not stockpiling toilet tissue and Kleenex. I will have been all excreted out.