Throwing the lemons back.
Saturday, May 24, 2014
My intention was to move the stones, play with grand kids and do some cooking.
DD's migraine made her cry "Uncle" and she asked if I could take her to the hospital. Nothing unusual; she's had these since she was 10. Now she's 31. It's an infrequent and non-life threatening routine. Sometimes she needs IV meds to stop the vomiting and headache.
Problem is she's moved 35 miles away.
1 mile from NYC. The last exit AT the Lincoln tunnel.
All the way on the New Jersey Turnpike.
It's Memorial Day weekend.
Surprisingly, there was no traffic going north. It took me 45 minutes. I picked up the pale ghost, handed her the garbage bag for, you know, closeness.
Drove 30 minutes to the hospital we use, spent 3 hours there. CT scanned, blood tested, IVs given, multiple drugs infused, prescription in hand we venture home.
The sun is shining.
I go out to move stones.
It pours for 4 hours. I was shoveling, moving rocks by hand or a full shovel. Covered in a used pocket raincoat with holes. On a garden kneeler in mud.
I had a blast! I love to dig. The stones changed color in the rain. They were striped and spotted, green, red , some crystal clear. I found one I want to add to my collection. The earth smelled good and I was in my element.
Job well done.
Poor kid is getting the headache back. We were invited back to the ER if it returned. Sometimes the IV meds work better.