I think we’ve often stated how different my life is from
that of my sister, she does, after all have a husband, children, and pets,
which I don’t have. One of the ways our lives are different is that she ends up
making fairly regular trips to the ER.
This has more to do with the number of people in her
household than anything else does. There have been months where Konnie has
ended up in the ER several times, in just a week. Me, I can tell you where the
ER is, but the only time I ever went to the ER more than once in a week’s time
was not long before my husband died. He died within a week of my last trip to
the ER with him.
Sixteen month before that was our previous trip the ER, and
I can’t remember how long ago the visit before that was. Though I do recall
that in the decade or so before that trip, my husband had taken two trips to
the hospital in an ambulance, and I’d done it once. All three times for
accidents, and all three were years apart.
Then came this week. Last Wednesday my doctor ordered some
tests to figure out how come I was suddenly having new problems and the results
came back that I might have a blood clot. When the doctor saw that, he called
me and ordered me to the ER to undergo further tests to figure out if I did
indeed have said clot.
You’ll be happy to know that I do not have one. I’m fine and
improving, thanks to antibiotics, but I still ended up going back in ER
yesterday afternoon. A friend called me, weak and in pain. I hurried to her
place and drove her to the ER. And, thankfully, she is fine and on antibiotics,
but on the way home she apologized to me for taking up so much of my day, and
even said something on the lines of, “I’m glad you didn’t have any plans today.”
The truth was I did, not the least of which needing to write
my blog post, but I also had working on my WIP, household chores, and balancing
my checkbook on the agenda yesterday. She had in fact interrupted my writing. I
didn’t get far.
But it got me thinking about how hard of a time Konnie always
has getting any writing done, and I realized sometimes even our best laid plans
have to be thrown out the window, there are just more important things. Like
trips to the ER, something no one can plan on.
Hopefully today, I’ll manage to add more than 315 words to
my WIP, balance my checkbook, do the laundry, and the dishes, and . . . J
You get the picture.
Happy writing everyone.
