The Blog: Spellbound by our own imperfect lives...

Monday morning we left for Canby. No kind of travel is painless for us so even though Mom makes it very comfortable and the trip is not long, I complain about the drive. Two hours seems to be my limit. I have been known to weep on car trips, quite often actually. We had a good time. Drove out to the state line (South Dakota) for a drink Monday night. Went to Hero's for dinner. Made two baby blankets and a lemon cake. Visited a lot. Tangled with the internet provider. Did a few little jobs. All very enjoyable. We got home without incident. I went to bed and slept soundly. At 6, I woke up and found Regis sitting in the chair in the living room. Off we went to the ER. The rest of that story is in the post I made by email a couple days ago. Always a mystery to me how that happens. We got home about 6 last night. Ate a drive-through burger and some soggy fries. Went to bed at 8pm and didn't wake up until 7 this morning. I haven't accomplished much today except to be vert

It's unnerving to wake up at 6 and find a text from Regis, written at 3am, asking me to take him to the ER. He described intense pain in his lower left abdomen that got worse when he stood. Off to the ER we went.   Three hours later, we are on our way to the Mother Ship in Rochester. Me in the car and Regis in the back of an ambulance.  A very nice doc in Mankato diagnosed a hematoma in an abdominal muscle with a large clot. Likely from the blood thinning drugs but exacerbated by a slip on the ice last week.  He has learned that if you admit to a fall, suddenly it's in your chart and you're wearing a neon bracelet that says Fall Risk. Better to say you were break dancing.  He will be here a few days while they stabilize his blood. It will go from thin to thick to thin. Simple explanation. I hope to go home tomorrow.