back in their place

Home tonight at el Rancho. Doing laundry. The house mate is already asleep.

My mother came home yesterday from the hospital. My uncle picked her up and, being the good brother, stopped by Chik-fil-A on the way to buy her lunch. She said the diagnosis was acute bronchitis. They did not send her home with an antibiotic prescription but they did decide to change up some of her other medications a bit. My guess is that she had antibiotics in I.V. form while she was in the hospital. She assured me that she was on the mend and that her heart, blood pressure, and blood sugar levels were all good now. I'll try to visit her on Sunday if she will let me. She usually prefers to visit with me by meeting for lunch and not having us come to her home. If she doesn't feel good enough to go out to eat, she doesn't feel good enough for a visitor even if it is her daughter. I'm satisfied knowing she is feeling better and is back home now. My brother and sister-in-law are on vacation this week and my niece said she would clean her house before she got back home. I suppose it's fine that there is nothing for me to do.

MonsterMustDie is visiting his mother in Alabama tomorrow and I have a craft night with the girls to go to in the evening, so I will probably spend the rest of the weekend in Fort Feline. Looking forward to being around friends tomorrow.

Routine Maintenance is expensive.

Warrantees are finally expired on my 2007 Civic and it looks like my car service visits costing around $2000 are on their way back again. Glad things didn't get more expensive since my last old car. Glad I have credit cards. Still waiting at the dealership today since coming in for my maintenance appointment at 10:15 am. It is now 12:30 pm. I always have to wonder whether it would cost a lot less if I was male. Maybe I'm paranoid, but none of the guys I know seem to pay so much every time they bring their car in.

Update: the service on my care was much less expensive than I thought - still a lot more than I expected to spend today. The final cost was $594.16. 

still

My mother is still in the hospital. They have ruled out her breathing difficulty being any heart problem. They were to check her lungs again today. Haven't heard any word on when she'll be able to go home yet. Her two westies, Mac and Maggie are at the kennel and my niece has taken it upon herself to clean Mom's house while she's away. My uncle Ron is visiting her at the hospital, keeping an eye on her, so she is well taken care of. 

MonsterMustDie is still pretty sick with what now sounds like an upper respiratory infection. He won't see a doctor yet and there is nothing I can do but check in on him. He's eating soup and hanging out on the couch with Ellie Cat and watching old movies. 

I'm back to cat house sitting tonight. Tomorrow: car maintenance. It's time for an oil change, brakes, etc. so the early part of my day will be spent watching lobby TV and checking messages on the iPad. 

breath

Just so you know: I just got phone calls from Rachael Perry and Andy Perry letting me know that my mother, Loretta Perry is in the hospital tonight. She came in today with shortness of breath, after having trouble breathing all night. They are keeping her overnight at Kennestone Hospital for tests and observation. No clue what is going on yet. Andy and Mom said it might just be bronchitis but, if memory serves me right, this is not the first time she's suffered from shortness of breath recently. 

Trouble breathing seems to be the tale of many around me this month. This week is on the end of a long illness that my pal Mrs. Lounge has had several weeks now that started as a cold, developed into brochitis, and then further evolved into a fungal respiratory infection brought on by the after affects of antibiotics for the bronchitis and her own constant burning the candle at both ends between work, sick animals, and home maintenance. She had the clue she might need to chill and let herself get better last week when she had a fainting spell at Publix. 

Meanwhile, MonsterMustDie is ill from what we hope is just the effects of too much dust and paint fumes from work as they ready the warehouse for its new occupant, his new corporate employer. We're crossing our fingers and toes that he is not developing bronchitis or something worse. 

As for myself, I'm fine. My only problem is losing my eyesight (getting very night-blind from early cataracts, which will have to be dealt with soon but not immediately).