“There’s a sit-com in here somewhere,” I tell a friend, relaying how our week has gone.
“Except no one would believe it,” she retorts.
She could be right. I don’t even want to write it here: all seems so beyond the realm of possibility.
Ric and I have found a rhythm. I look after his needs, and the dogs, and rest when I can. Midweek I hit a wall, and gladly accepted the offer of a dinner delivery from a dear friend.
She arrived just after five, just after I had fed the dogs, and when I opened the door to receive her, twenty-four pounds of fur darted between her legs and were gone. I knew where they were going – after that feral cat that had been taunting them earlier.
We circled the house, calling their names, to no avail. They had disappeared.
Someone found them, down the trail that runs behind our house.
Dogs retrieved, we settled down to eat. That’s when the text came:
Mom had a fall. Her blood pressure is low and she’s very tired. They are thinking of sending her to emerge.
Mom opted to stay home, get some rest. The staff in the long term care facility said they’d check on her through the night.
6:00 am: Mom’s had a massive heart attack. The doctor wants us to make a decision about how to proceed.
Covid meant none of us could be with her. The hospital did let my sister stand outside the room and watch the proceedings through the glass. We’d agreed that at 93, Mom didn’t need any invasive procedures. Just make her comfortable, we instructed.
Mom came through it. She’s still in the Cardiac Care Unit, but yesterday they weaned her off oxygen and removed the IV. She was up and walking.
“You’re like the cat that keeps coming back,” I told her.
“Guess it’s not my time,” she laughed.
I felt as if I could breathe again. Mom’s okay, Ric’s on the mend, I finally slept.
Except life doesn’t have pat endings like sit-coms do. This message just appeared on my FaceBook account:
You don’t know me, but one of your dogs bit me while I was jogging on the trail…..
The challenge this week was : except, a prompt that certainly led me in many directions. The responses, also, were widely diverse, each one interesting. Thanks to all who participated, and please have a read of any you might have missed. Thanks also to all who left messages of encouragement. It means a lot.
…Bilocalalia…, Non-carbon-based life forms
I Write Her, Her Spirit
Eugi’s Causerie II, Roads traveled
paeansunplugged, Age, not a cage
parallax, Look Closely
Stuff and what if…, Except When…
one letter UP, Except this time
Hearing The Mermaids Sing, A Witch Among The Willows
One Woman’s Quest, That’s What I Fear
Sgeoil, …Except When You Can’t
I’ll be back tomorrow with a new challenge!