My poor old brother has suffered a lot, and continues to do so. I have everybody I even remotely know praying up a storm (I hope) that he will get well, for goodness sake.
Of course, this has my elderly mother worried sick. She can't be there, she isn't able to ride that far, walk that far, or even stay, which of course, since he is still in ICU they wouldn't let her anyway.
As you know, I had me a kidney stone a few days ago, which resulted in lots of infection, which has resulted in them powerful antibiotics.
Which has resulted in all sorts of problems.
I woke up in the middle of last night curled into the fetal position with pain right smack dab where an old ulcer used to live.
I knew I had to have food. But Daughter saw me, and went downstairs for me, and brought me a sugar cookie and a glass of milk.
Awwww.
This worked for about three hours, and I awoke again, in more pain than before. I went into the bathroom and slung junk asunder under the sink until I found a bottle of Zantac and took myself a pill.
In about twenty minutes the pain eased enough for me to go to sleep.
Today has been uncomfortable, but I hope I can tolerate the medication, because I need to get rid of the infection.
However; I am swolle up.
If you ever wondered what a fifty-nine year old woman looks at five months pregnant, I'm your poster child.
And it ain't pretty.
You know it's bad when your sweat pants are too tight.
But in spite of all the misery, there is good news: The doctors have found what the problem is with my brother and hopefully can correct it now.
My first column is coming out in the local paper "The Best of Ellijay Blue Ridge Jasper".
A very popular store in Blue Ridge is taking one of my books, "Out on a Limb of the Family Tree" to sell because they think it will do great.
Daughter has responded to antibiotics and her throat doesn't look like Armageddon anymore.
See? There is always a silver lining.
Or two.
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