I had an unusual day on Saturday. It started later than I wanted because mum wasn’t feeling good and it was really cold. I hate leaving mum when she’s not feeling very good. I’m so afraid she’ll do something stupid and I’ll come home and find her crumpled up. Anyway, I did finally leave and had to stop and get me a new diet Pepsi. The one I’d left in the car was frozen solid! (I had thought about removing it on Friday, but I had also planned on taking JL out one more time to help dump the recycles she helped me get in the car.) I got the mail, spoke with one of the gals about going someplace by ourselves when this is all over (her SO is in horrible shape. I really wish everyone had mum’s genes), and then did the recycles. Then, I went to get mum’s paperwork for the pain doctor. (that stuff is so confusing!!!!!!)
On my way over to Soldotna, I saw a lovely tall and not adequately dressed woman walking along the highway. Not even on the snowy bike path. I wondered where she was going. On my way back to Kenai, I saw her again. I decided if there was a break in traffic, I’d turn around and get her. Immediately there was a break and I was able to get turned around. I pulled up in front of her and she gladly got in (it was 22 degrees F). It appeared she was on her way to Anchorage. Which was more than 180 miles in the other direction. She was crushed. I was going to take her as far as I could and she asked me to take her to a different spot. It appeared she’d argued with her boyfriend and she left to cool off. (I must admit, I did tell her she was probably cool enough by now!) So, I drove down a road I’d never been on to a private subdivision with no gate, thankfully! I did ask her if I was going to get shot and she said her boyfriend (who was a guide of some sort) didn’t have guns. I remained nervous. (Even my mom had guns in the house, not that she could get to them, but they were there. They are gone now.) I finally delivered her and left the area. I also told her if she was going to leave again, Anchorage was the other direction. And then she’d see signs. (She had walked a bit less than 5 miles the wrong way)
My next stop was back in town where I hung out for a bit to house elf. I also had a glass of wine. I hope I didn’t mess it up when I opened it!!! It was lovely, but I think it would have been nicer if I had savored it instead of drinking it as I worked. I was there for not near as long as I wanted, but decided to show you what a modern US house elf looks like! See, no tea cloth. But, I do use a broom. On the floor!
Managed to shop and get back home to mum before 6. She was working on something with the sewing machine and being very unhappy cuz her machine wasn’t sewing properly. I know this can be true, but I’m pretty sure it was something mom should not have tried. She just cannot do the things she used to. I am not sure, but I think she is making herself a jacket. She stopped knitting the sweater she was making for herself. I later got texts from Katydid and one from The Craftsman. I also thought of one reason my back aches so much. Mum’s car (an old Pacifica mini van thing) has seats that you fold yourself into. Every time I sit in the front seats, I can feel my innards getting all squished. When you don’t sit up straight, your body gets used to being crumpled and it is not good for posture or body parts. When sharing this with a friend, it was suggested I get a small pillow. (I have some VERY smart friends.)
Today I wrote to my doctor in the states. I may get to see her, but if I don’t, at least she’ll have a novel to read on ‘how I’m doing’. I also found out today, the lab I visit is open on Saturdays. So, I could leave next Friday and still have labs done on Saturday. If mum’s doctor can get PET scan results from ANC to his office in less than two days, I am sure simple blood work can go less than that far! Mum had some more crazy blood sugars today. She checked and was 70 at lunch time. So, she had an Ensure and a mini croissant. Her glucose was 443 at dinner time. I am not buying she only had those two items. She’s been sleeping a lot today, in between football playoffs. As a Viking fan, she was very annoyed. Thankfully, Minnesota hockey did much better the day before! When I told her how the US Men’s Hockey team GM died in his sleep, she said she should go that way. (It would be better than how daddy died. Having lungs that were like charcoal from years of smoking is horrible. I’m always proud of friends who stop smoking. It really is a terrible thing to do to your body.)
I leave you with this thought from some of my favorite authors, Mercedes Lackey and James Mallory, “One may have all that one needs, and still not have all that one desires.”