mickeyd
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On the weekend after the 4th of July, my beautiful mother, Geraldine Theresa, was in such a good mood that she almost went to the "washer store" with me--something she never does. The impeller for my Speed Queen had arrived--at 15 bucks, a real bargain. Later that afternoon, she had lunch at the Dock of the Bay with her friends, but on Sunday morning when two of my sister stopped to pick her up for church, she could not get out of bed, Laughing to me on the phone, she said "I think I had a stroke." My mother has always been like Lucille Ball, full of energy and mischief: she never stops. Marvelous cook, bakes everything from scratch--butter only, loved her unimatics, but unlike me she really dislikes sudssaver, always on the move and never home.
I was laughing too because my mother's only fault is hypochrondia, until my sister Peggy got on the phone to say that the left side of my mother's body was not working. Thus the joke ended with a three week stay in the hospital. When she got home, we took a virtual tour through hell. The urinary tract infection which she contracted on the hospital was killing her; the antibiotics had her stomach in agony; three sleepless nights had her nearly hallucinatory; she was actually aging before our very eyes, and we thought she was going to die. Then, miraculously, she turned the corner and started to get better. My brothers and sisters, all six of us, gave her constant care. A wild bunch, we came together instinctively without haggling. Not quite ready to bake, she's doing great. It will be Christmas time before the recovery is complete.
We are so glad and grateful and lucky to have our amazing mother back, and she never ever wants to be sick again.
So that's where I've been. No Internet at Mom's but a wonderful Kitchen Aid Washer--guess who was in charge of laundry?
I really missed the company of my washer buddies. A big hello to all of you.
I was laughing too because my mother's only fault is hypochrondia, until my sister Peggy got on the phone to say that the left side of my mother's body was not working. Thus the joke ended with a three week stay in the hospital. When she got home, we took a virtual tour through hell. The urinary tract infection which she contracted on the hospital was killing her; the antibiotics had her stomach in agony; three sleepless nights had her nearly hallucinatory; she was actually aging before our very eyes, and we thought she was going to die. Then, miraculously, she turned the corner and started to get better. My brothers and sisters, all six of us, gave her constant care. A wild bunch, we came together instinctively without haggling. Not quite ready to bake, she's doing great. It will be Christmas time before the recovery is complete.
We are so glad and grateful and lucky to have our amazing mother back, and she never ever wants to be sick again.
So that's where I've been. No Internet at Mom's but a wonderful Kitchen Aid Washer--guess who was in charge of laundry?
I really missed the company of my washer buddies. A big hello to all of you.
