Yea!! I'm back on track. I've uploaded all my entries from the last five days. I did continue to write every night, but this post and the previous five will all reflect the same date of posting.
I guess today was "Doctor Day." Maddy and I went to the doctor this morning. I got a shot of Prednisone in my hip and some antibiotics to take care of the sinus infection. Maddy got the same medicines for the same illness, but she chose to have her Prednisone in pill form. She's a little skittish around needles so I told her, "When you've had as many medical problems as I've had, you get used to needles." Then I thought, "No. I hope she never gets used to needles." Unfortunately Kenzie is so accustomed to needles that she gives herself shots of Humera every two weeks.
Dad also went to the doctor today to get a spot by his ear removed. The doctor only had to numb it a little and scrape it off, no cutting or stitching was necessary. Tonight when I talked to him he was feeling okay about the spot but was concerned about his stomach hurting and the blood they found again in his urine. Mom had frequent stomach aches and blood in her urine. It's only natural that the first thought to enter Dad's mind would be cancer. I know after my brain aneurysm, I worried about every little headache I got. I tried to reassure him that there can be a lot of reasons for his symptoms. I hope I helped. He did say, that whatever happened would happen. I remember several months before Mom died she told me while we were sitting in a booth at Stinky's, the restaurant in Aplington (funny how I can see her so clearly), that she wasn't afraid to die. I don't think Dad is either, but he's not necessarily ready just yet either. Reminds me Doris Day's theme song, "Que Sera Sera, whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see. Que Sera Sera."
I'm so glad that you're up and running again. I've missed reading your words. I've grown quite accustomed to your writing voice, and if you're writing, I know you're doing ok. I hope the cold goes away quickly. There's nothing worse than a summer cold. Well perhaps there is something worse, a summer cold while you're trying to teach a summer fast track.
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