We got back from the hospital yesterday afternoon, at least a day earlier than we expected; the doctor in charge had determined one blood chemical level at which Der Bingle was to reach before being discharged, but another doctor – slam, bam, thank you, ma’am – had him discharged and “out of the computer” before he could even get a travelling home pain shot. I didn’t blog angry last night; you aren’t supposed to do that. And I guess that is all I will say about it now.
Today I decorated the tree in the sitting room; last year we skipped it – I suppose shingles had something to do with it. But today, with Der Bingle lying in the bed in the master bedroom I unwrapped each ornament put them all up. I can’t find the little embroidery piece I always hang . . . I suppose it is leaning on a bookcase somewhere in one of the two rooms. The lights are colored LED and they look vibrant and rich; I don’t light the clear LED lights – to me they seem like cold, painful, glaring, impersonal modern headlights. Not a bit of gold in them.
I’m tired, I think. So tomorrow I will think.
So glad to hear you are home and Der Bingle is home. Sometimes doctors just make you want to scream….. I have to admit that the medical issues that come with age sometimes kind of scare me…. not because of the condition itself but having to deal with the medical bueracracy of it all. And yes, I can’t spell that word…… beauracracy? beueracracy…… oh well, you know what I mean.
I thought of you guys, said a prayer or two. Glad to hear that the tree went up and you had time to simmer and cool off and not explode. 😉