Mother May I?

I have a mother, I have a husband.

I have a husband, I have a mother

My mother is sick, My husband is lonely.

My heart is torn, I can't be in two places at one time.

I love my home. I love my mother's home.

I love my pets, my pets love me. They are sad when the night case comes out ready to be filled for my next stint at Moms. Where I will sleep alone and wake every few hours to pop in on mom.

For Kim "She's The Best" Her Screensaver Says So

Visit Her to find out why It's A Maze aaaand a Maraca

Monday, Monday ( I hate that song)

Guess where I went Saturday? You'll never guess...the ER again! Wheeee! My frequent flier miles are really starting to rack up. Not to mention, no wait. I didn't even have to go through finance registration. There was a new to me ER doc who gave me several options one of which was to go home and wait for my Dr. in Orlando to get back in the office Monday providing I didn't have any more serious symptoms between Sat afternoon and Monday morning. So of course I chose to go home. The only thing the hospital would have done was jack me up on morphine over the weekend. That's right people I chose my home, my bed, my bathroom over morphine. Though Honey yesterday was ready to haul me back to the ER. There were a few times I was ready to cave, but I didn't. Stuipd and stubborn or superwoman?

I just got off the phone with my Dr's nurse and she wants me there at 12:30 today in Orlando. Honey is leaving work early to take me. He drives much faster than I do. Actually I would be cool taking myself, but apparently that is not an option. Sigh. So much for independence.

Cyd, who is suppose to be my ghost blogger can't remember how to log into my account under her name. So the blog may collect some dust. We both agree that Hospitals should have wireless for the patients.

I just read and FORWARDED (shudder) one of those a "miracle will happen if you..." e-mails. So with any luck I'll be home tonight in my own bed.

Happy Monday!

Another Reason Not to Wear Crocs

Crocs and other soft-soled shoes can get stuck in the teeth of escalators and cause minor to severe injuries. Sandals, tennis shoes, flip flops and other "shoe entrapments" have been yanked to the bowels of those moving stairs. A few horrifying accounts describe Crocs and immitation Crocs on the feet of children becoming stuck as the escalator stairs converge and causing toes to be ripped off or mutilated to the point of needing amputation...