My Mother and my husband……..what do I do with them?

While I am off getting good news from the doctor, my mom was home thinking she was having a stroke and had to call an ambulance for herself. She doesn’t like to trouble me, so I didn’t find out till she had been there three hours and we were in downtown Atlanta 2 hours away. One of my sister’s is off camping and the other was still at work. Thank goodness it wasn’t a stroke, but they kept her overnight for observation.

I’m not sure if guilt is keeping me up or the fact that I get upset with my hubby’s tendency to cling to his recliner to sleep. It is his comfort zone. I can’t sleep in the bed if he isn’t in there with me. Mom took care of her problem the way she felt she had too. With het memory issues, I should be tickled she remembered what to do. I am having trouble getting past the fact I wasn’t there. God got her where she needed to be, I’m not sure how He will help me handle that situation.

It was nice to leave a doctor’s appointment feeling good for a change……

For the past two+ years, I have endured injections into my vocal cords to control twitching from palatal myclonus (spelling).
You don’t really think about thing like singing and talking, until you can’t do them anymore. I grew up singing in the choir at church and the chorus at school. I loved to sing. I loved being in the car alone, radio blasting, singing my head off. It was even more frustrating not being able to speak properly.

BUT GUESS WHAT? MY VOICE IS IMPROVING AND I AM SINGING IN CHURCH AGAIN, WHICH MEANS…….NO MORE BOTOX! WOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO……..I still need it in the strap muscles beside my esophagus, but no more painful injections to mt vocal cords. That word I have learned to hate, TIME, is finally paying off. What is that saying about patience?