Number One SonWe got a call at 2:00 this morning. Not the usual time for phone calls. (OK, make that yesterday morning — I see it's already Saturday.) Normally, I am not awake at that time of the morning; it was a "lucky call," insofar as I was awake.
Our daughter-in-law phoned saying T was sick and needed to go to hospital. So I pulled on some clothes and headed over.
When I got there, the ambulance and fire engine had already arrived. (Standard plan is to send a fire crew to a health-related call, as support for the ambulance team.)
So, it was off to local hospital for T and A (our dil). She took my car; they don't have one. I stayed with the grandkids, who slept through the whole mis-adventure.
Three hours later, they were back. T had been checked out, and nothing particularly wrong. Most likely problem was a reaction to some medication he had taken. (Whole family there has been fighting off cold-like symptoms for since mid-July.)
So, it was fortunate that there was no serious problem. Grandkids spent the day at our place. They are sleeping here tonight, too. All the adults are tired.
Bear's Medical ChallengesThursday, Bear saw his doctor.
We had a "productive" chat.
Bear will be taking more medication. More anti-depressive medication. (That's a depressing thought in itself.)
Bear will also be trying to find more creative things to do with life in retirement. As in, the creative things Bear is doing are good, just that he needs to be doing more of them.
Bear supposes this means becoming more creative and intentional about blogging. And poetry writing (on Bear's other blog).
We will find out soon enough.
Thank you for Bearing with me while "indisposed." Bear's disposition will improve in due course. Hopefully, at least. Lest he be disposed of. (Particularly for ending that last sentence with a preposition.)
Blessings and Bear hugs!