Well, it seems as if my aunt will be in the hospital over the weekend. Nothing momentous has happened but the doctor wants to get some things regulated before she goes home. Some changes in meds, etc.
So, if anyone feels like going up for a visit she is in room 506. I’ll be fetching her walker and things for her so she can feel a bit more at home. Not being at home is stressful for her.
I have spent a considerable amount of time over the past few days thinking about my aunt. A lot of the time has just been remembering stuff. Like the bridesmaids dresses she so generously let me and my sisters try on and wear for dress up outside in my grandparents back yard. Like the way I idolized her as the epitome of a single woman – just the kind of woman I wanted to be. Till I grew up a bit more and realized that being single is not necessarily easy and fun.
I am always correcting the nurses now when they call her Mrs Dice. Maybe that is an honorary title bestowed on sweet older women by virtue of age. I think she would protest a bit – in a sweet way – that no, she was never married.
When she became ill on Sunday, I sat beside her in the emergency room. She was hot and fevered, a bit confused by what the infection she had did to her electrolytes. Such a tiny light woman. Easily moved into the bed, although her hip that has not healed well makes her flinch a bit. As I sat there, I realized how much I love my aunt. Lots of people love her but she is my aunty for real. The bond of love goes back a long way. Back to my own childhood.
I wonder who will be caring for me in another thirty years. I hope they look at me with love.
Yesterday I returned from the women’s retreat and was up in my room reading and working on a post about the retreat when the phone rang. Grace McK was on the line. Aunty Florence wasn’t feeling well, was very shaky and a bit more disoriented than usual. I sent them off straight to the hospital and left to meet them there.
I stopped on the way to pick my aunt’s health info but in my haste to leave I forgot to take along my book.
Aunt Florence probably has a urinary tract infection and was admitted till things get straightened out with the infection and her electrolytes but I think that she will be OK.
Next time maybe I will think to bring a book. At least I had my i- touch to entertain me writing little notes like this to post later.
That was a good weekend. We retreated in a new venue this year – up at Quest, a Baptist camp and retreat centre. Very nice! They even have wifi for those of us stupid enough to bring our computers along on a retreat. I was finishing up some writing stuff but was pleasantly surprised when I booted up the computer and there was an internet connection.
It was interesting in that the theme of the weekend was on becoming tools in the Master’s hands – in other words on discovering and developing our gifts.
The speaker handed out one of the gifts assessment tests that we have been offering the congregation for over a month with no takers. So there we were – sort of a captive audience as far as taking the test went. And we learned new things I believe – good things about ourselves.
The weather was also beautiful. Lots of outdoor activity happened. Look at our budding American hockey player:
The windows of the main building looked east over the lake and on both mornings the early risers were greeted by a view of the sun rising. It was a beautiful spot. A plus was that all our meals were provided so I had lots of time to relax as well as quiet time to get some work finished on some papers.
I set up my laptop to write a bit and they have wifi out here.
My kind of retreat centre!
Well, as for a real retreat it might be better if it wasn’t here, but I do have work to do and this will help a bit.
There has not been a lot of time to blog this week. I’ve had a very important visit from my daughter-n-law and the grandchildren on top of an exceptionally busy week at work. Work has gone past 5 most nights and then it is home to organize supper and whatnot. It seems as if every night I have needed to go out for picking up stuff at the store or back to the office for some more writing.
Last night was to meet a potential assosciate. I liked her so maybe there is hope for me of slowing down. This is just the start of checking things out so we will see. But that hope is good. It makes me realize that slowing down at work is something I really need.
Today I pack up and head up to the lake for a women’s retreat. I look forward to some reading and will pack along the laptop for some writing.
Before I go I have to make a visit to the hospital to get attached to a Haulter monitor. Just following up on those irregular heart beats I had about a month ago. Stress test comes in a couple more weeks. Ever since my irregular heart beat incident I have been feeling great so I doubt there will be a lot of abnormal things found. But one never knows!
I wonder what next week will hold.
Well, I don’t know as this has been a restful holiday – Family Day.
Family Day sometimes means the family can do what they want but I have work to do. It meant that this weekend.
However, I have gotten a lot of work done on two writing assignments. I have done a rather longish essay. Have to see if I can trim it a bit over the next week. I am verbose, I guess. But my in house writing critic says it is good – well balanced and he said it was interesting to read and that he learned some things.
(Sometimes I criticize him for being a bit arrogant, what with his amazing memory and ability to write quite well himself besides having a gift for teaching. Just the other day he came out with one of his old lines about the “spiritual” ones who attend his class – as opposed to us who like to spend time visiting following the service – and it made me fairly mad!)
I will grant him the pleasure of my forgiveness for his smug words since he is fairly lovable anyway and since he was such a big help today. And since it is Family Day I guess we can be benevolent towards the guy who is a big part of this family.