Wasn’t Me

2025 has struck again.  This time it was/is not me.  I guess I could make a case to blame me, but my intentions were good.

+++ started with Elaine having a routine doctor’s appointment.  The appointment was routine and positive.  So, here comes the part that might have been my fault.  I suggested that Elaine stop and bring something home for dinner.  If you follow these stories you might be aware that Elaine has little to do with dinner, including bringing it home.

I blew it.  I suggested Elaine stop at the grocery store and bring home sushi.  Elaine said it was a good idea, but it clearly wasn’t.

Elaine came home with sushi and a story that the sushi case we nearly empty but she reached “way in the back” (her words) to get a package.  So far, the sushi part of this story was working well.  We had sushi for dinner.

I NEVER need to wake Elaine to go to work.  Post-sushi she did not wake up to start the day.

Me: are you going to work?Elaine:  I’ve been up all night throwing up.  I’m not working today.Me:  Can I do anything?Elaine:  Just let me sleepMe:  I can take you to the doctorElaine:  Just let me sleep

The day didn’t go well.  In the late afternoon, Elaine asked me to call for an ambulance.  As you can guess, this was bad.  The volunteer EMTs arrived about forty-five minutes later.   The volunteer’s decided  to call for the “pro” EMT’s in town, Another sixty minutes or so.

Elaine was transported to the hospital in town and I followed behind.  Six hours of fluids, anti-nausea meds, and observation resulted in Elaine being sent home.  We didn’t exactly make it home.  Two blocks down the road the vomiting started again.  Back to the hospital.

I explained to the hospital staff (using only one or two words from my construction past) that Elaine was not going home.  They agreed to more tests.  More tests concluded a diagnosis of severe dehydration affecting the kidneys.  Two more days in the hospital.  WHY?  Food poisoning from sushi purchased from KING SOOPERS, which admittedly Elaine didn’t check for expiration dates.  I should have known this.)

Of course this is the end of the story. NOPE!  Driving home from the hospital, ten miles from home, ten miles, a loud popping noise came from the right rear wheel, not so much the wheel. More like the tire.  YEP!  Blew the tire….on a dirt, steep hill.  Two elderly people, one released from the hospital an hour ago, the other with two recent surgerys, changing a tire on a dirt, very steep hill. No problem, call Boy Twin.

While waiting for Boy Twin, forty-two cars drove by.  Thirty-four waved and drove by, using all the fingers on one hand.  Two drivers used only one finger.  Two drivers stopped to explain why they could not help.  One driver took Elaine home while I waited.  Two drivers wanted to change the tire.  One driver just wanted to chat.

We have four new tires.  Who can complain about that?

God Bless, Love ya, check expiration dates

Our crazy lives!

Monner