We had quite the day yesterday.
I mean, I started it by going to bed half an hour too late, not sleeping all that well and skipping the morning routine. Because Twitter.
Breakfast with my husband was nice, I did the usual morning things and he went running for the first time in a while. He came back and started cooking beans while I was still doing the breakfast dishes. On time, I might add, I will be writing down the time I start doing the breakfast dishes for a while to prove my husband’s conviction that I’m „always doing them late“ wrong.
Then the doorbell rang. Just as I had out my headphones back in for the second time in a row. I thought it might be someone wanting to sell me something but no, it was the garden guy who we had hired to redo the patio in front of my husband’s studio.
He apparently had sent an email the day before saying so but my husband had been so busy with rehearsal that he didn’t check. Oops. So there were saws and people and such. But still, a good thing. The workers had lunch on our doorstep which was a bit weird but they are very nice.
I had to pass them when I went out to walk for exercise. For the first time in a year or so. My feet are well enough that I thoughts walking for half an hour in the woods with cushioned sneakers and orthotics should be fine. It was wonderful, all those green leaves and quiet. Navigating muddy paths with those cushioned shoes is very different from doing it in five fingers but I’ll probably get used to it.
I came back home and took a shower while my husband was making lunch. There were red beans, ground beef and polenta:
My husband retreated to the master bedroom for his afternoon nap and then the doorbell rang again. There was a rather nice paramedic with an ambulance, holding my mother-in-law’s wheeled shopping bag.
I was instantly on alert. What had happened? Had she keeled over while out shopping? Where was she?
The paramedic said, very calmly of course, that my mother-in-law’s doctor wanted her admitted to the hospital and that she needed her hospital bag.
I went upstairs to her bedroom, found the packed bag with a note on top saying that she’d also need her cell phone, phone charger, wallet and the pink bathrobe hanging on the right hook on the bathroom door. I wasn’t sure where to find her phone, charger and wallet but just put everything in the bag that was sitting next to it plus the bathrobe and brought it downstairs. The paramedic jotted down my phone number and said we should call the hospital two hour later or so.
Then I waited for my husband to get up from his nap so I could tell him.
And then there was all the teaching.
What happened with my mother-in-law was that the dizzy spells she’s been having for quite some time now had become worse and when she went in to see her doctor that morning she hadn’t been able to get up from her chair because she was so dizzy. And then she was the one asking to be admitted to the hospital so they could check her thoroughly. She called right in the middle of my singing lesson. I don’t usually answer the phone while teaching (or in general) but I was making an exception.
She had had all the tests, will stay in for two to three days and while they briefly thought she might have had a stroke at least that had been ruled out. Phew.
My husband also called her on he phone a little later when he had a break between students and they could talk a little longer.
I finished teaching, ate dinner and then sat there playing solitaire on my iPad for an hour or so. Talked with the boy, started writing this post, did Duolingo and not much else.
I’m really hoping today will be less exciting.
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