Two Bad Days

I have not blogged in a while with the Christmas festivities and business. No it is all settled down and I thought life would get calmer but these last two days have disproved that theory.

Yesterday morning at 7:30 Polly and Jessie drove out the driveway and down the road with the pickup full of totes loaded with Jessie's essentials for living. Her clothing, bedding, a small selection of books (two totes full, I believe), some knitting supplies, the violin, and of course all of her riding equipment, which had to be packed on top and easily accessible. I watched the truck leave with my baby with a quivering lip and moist eyes which spilled over completely as the truck went down the road. Grandma and I were both having a bad time with it, it came out in Grandma with her not having a good day at all and escaping the reality that she did not like. She was pretty out of it all day long, today is better for her, thank God. I kept feeling worse and worse all day which I was chalking up to being upset about Jess and then Grandma on top of it. I got a bad headache and then got sick to my stomach. Somewhere in the night I realized that Polly had not wanted me to miss her to much while she was gone and had left me her stomach bug to remember her by while she was gone for a few days. Children are so thoughtful and considerate of their Mommy.

This morning, while I was once again hugging my porcelien new best friend the phone rang. I struggled my way to the phone to hear that a Mark from the Cargill mill was calling me to tell me that Mike had had an "episode" and the ambulance and EMTs where there and that they were taking him to Albany Med with chest pains after he had collapsed in the mill. Yeah, that really settled the stomach right down. I had not had any problem with being here with no car until that moment, but here I am with this phone call and no transportation. I knew that Mike had to be feeling really bad if he had them calling me. I had no clue what to do until I thought to call Sandy who headed down there to see what was going on. Mark called me back after a while and said that Mike had gone to the ER but they had given him oxygen and an iv before they left and he was feeling better and arguing that he did not have to go, which made me feel a bit better about how he was. Sandy found her way to Albany Med and found him in there and they called me. He was feeling fine as long as he was lying down but Sandy said it was quite fascinating watching the interesting colors he turned if he stood up. They took his blood pressure lying, sitting and standing, and when standing he had a whopping 77 over 57. They are keeping him overnight for observation and to run a stress test tomorrow. I think the problem is the new pill that the doctor gave him for his blood pressure which he started taking on Sunday so he had taken it twice. He already was complaining about that pill giving him a dry throat so I know he will throw these as far as he can. I think that they are going to change his blood pressure meds, hopefully they will not take him off of the one that we just paid $140 for a 3 month supply of, (it was not on Walmarts list of $10 presciptions).

Polly had finished getting Jess settled in and was just waiting to head up in the morning to get another nights rest before repeating the 9 hour drive. When I called her to tell her what was going on she headed home. I am not able to go to bed until she finally gets here, as she is calling me for moral support as she drives through PA in an ice storm. Last call she had crossed into New York so she is now only about 2 hours away. Yeah, I am starting to feel like I have been through the wringer a couple of times today.

Jess, on the other hand, sounds so happy. She loves the people and the horses and the barn and the riding arena and everything else down there. Mommy just has to keep reminding herself that she is happy for her baby, even if she misses her. I kept waiting for her to come pounding upstairs last night, or to find her cereal dish and oj glass next to the couch this morning, or to sit on a knitting needle Grandma's recliner, or stub my toe on her riding boots, or...

Tonight her friend Virginia came and picked up the ferrets, which I will not miss at all. Now, to just take out the garbage bag tomorrow where I dumped their litter boxes and febreeze her room well and hopefully I will be able to forget they ever were here.

It is now another day, so here is hoping that it will be a better one.