Three Days, Three Strikes

I was hoping that yesterday would be a better day than the start of my week. After enduring the cutting of my cable line, the cutting of my gas line and the cutting of my water line in a 30 hour period I felt like I was due for a break.

Yesterday started great. I had a beyond beginners class class in the morning at home. Russ was away and Shay had stayed close by me the whole time he was gone. It was her 14 Birthday on Tuesday and we did not properly celebrate it.

I drove to Raleigh in the afternoon for my class at North Ridge Country Club. They are a delightful group and we had a great class yesterday. Russ was flying home while I was at class so as soon as it finished I called him during my drive home. Shay was happy to have him fawning all over her while we talked. Then, while still in Raleigh, I got a call waiting Interruption from my mother’s phone.

It was 9:15 PM and I told Russ I would call him back. My mother never calls at night. People die and she still doesn’t call.

Without giving out her personal info the call was to tell me she was going via Ambulance to the hospital. I told her I would meet her there. I told Russ.

We both met my mom at the Duke er. It was packed full of people in wheelchairs with blankets. What was wrong with my mother was not so bad that it qualified her to be seen anytime soon. After a bit she decided that she would do better to be home in her own bed.

I took her home and Russ went and got her some supplies and delivered them to me at my Mom’s. She was still alive this morning. Hopefully her regular doctor has figured out what is wrong and she will be recovered soon.

Needless to say it was not the end to the day I was hoping for. So much for a better day. I am writing this blog early before I go to Raleigh to teach tonight because when I get home I am going right to sleep. Fingers crossed there is nothing to report.