Blessings

This has been one unforgettable week. I had planned on stitching until my arm fell off but God had other plans. Here is my weekly progress.



I was asked if I bought anything on my road trip. I wish I had that much will power. Here is a portion of what I purchased.

I missed posting on Memorial Day and I wanted to show you my patriotic plate. I travel to see my sister every other year out to San Diego. We try to take a painting class when I am there. Here is what I painted at the all day seminar.

When it rains it pours. Saturday, we moved Megan back home . Of course nothing can be simple. We were moving Megan's furniture out to the lawn, so when DH showed up we could just throw it on the back of the truck. I am talking college furniture here, nothing valuable. Sounds pretty simple, unless you are Megan carrying a glass desktop and hit the corner of it on the cement sidewalk, shattering it. Megan cut her leg pretty good. She thought she needed stitches, I thought we could butterfly it. After scrambling around, we came up with some band aids to butterfly it. I don't want to sound like a bad mom here, but it really wasn't deep enough for stitches after we cleaned the cut.

Now here is where life throws you a curve ball. I received a phone call from one of George's "friends" (using this term loosely)that he had passed out at the Indy 500. I needed to get to the ER asap. He collapsed on lap 158. One minute he was talking, the next he was slurring his words, then collapsed. Now common sense would say something is wrong, they let him lay there until the race was over, 40 minutes. He could have died, in fact he quit breathing. A good Samaritan called the EMTs into the bleachers to get him. They rushed him to the ER, did a Cat-scan couldn't find any thing wrong.

They later transferred him to ICU. When they allowed me into the ICU, I warned the nurse that George could and would be a real pistol when he woke up. She assured me she could hand him, Nurse Ratched as she referred to herself. The girls & I were talking amongst ourselves how she didn't know George.

On Monday morning, they let the sedation wear off. He woke up wondering why he was tied to a bed and had a tube down his throat. After they removed the breathing tube, he wanted to know who won the race. He must have given her a really hard time, because when he wanted to call me the nurse told him I was busy reading over his life insurance policy. lol!

They later released him, but he had to promise to get an MRI. He is doing fine now, but probably aged me 10 years. In fact, he went to work on Tuesday. He is scheduled to have an MRI tomorrow. Hopefully, this will shed some light on what caused him to collapse. You can imagine why I am counting my blessings, this could have turn out completely different. Thank goodness for the angel looking out for him. I will keep you posted on the results.

Thanks for all your comments. Until next time, keep stitching!