Wednesday held a sleepless night because of anxiety about Handsome Son doing prep for a colonoscopy, his first. The prep schedule involved taking the rx liquid in two sessions, one at 6pm, the other at, this is not a typo, 3am. He called the medical center to check if this was correct. Yes. He managed fine but his mother was a wreck!
It really doesn't matter how old your kid is, he's your kid! Then I had high anxiety about being over there early enough to drive him to the surgical center, and about finding it, and about having a passenger for the first time in 20, that is also not a typo, years.
He managed fine, I needed to come home and sleep, which I did. He was wobbly, so first I walked him up the stairs to his condo, and wanted to make him a cup of tea and a snack. He ended up doing it because he insisted I wouldn't be able to find anything and I wouldn't do it right..his home, his stuff!
Then he was looking much better, normal color, talking fine, so I eventually made it home after what turned out, after all my drama, to be a perfectly successful enterprise, some minor issues found, all very manageable.
Bowl of chicken soup, and I fell asleep for an hour, woke to find he'd texted to check on me! Then a pot of tea out on the deck, beautiful warm day, no mosquitoes after a couple of light frosts. I fell asleep again while officially reading more Barchester.
My view
Cosmos laughs at frost.
Online meeting with friends this evening, and that's Wednesday. So glad it's done. I can handle a lot for myself, but when it's Handsome Son, who's perfectly fit and capable, well, that's different.
And one bright spot: Wednesday's supper was bangin'. Baby bella mushrooms, firm tofu seasoned with red chili oil and that umami spice mix I made, blurt of soy sauce, in an omelette.
Cheered me right up, just five star. Having the seasonings ready made, learned from Yeung Man Cooking, is the difference between long cooking when you're hungry and fast great food. No pictures because it wasn't pretty, just delicious.
My street is full of houses decorated with lights for Diwali, and frantic police reminders that the state is tinder dry, so fireworks are not a good idea. In fact this year they're banned, because we're at high risk for fire, very unusual around here
Here's the speckly shirt in action
Happy day everyone! Try not to get as worked up as I, if possible. Eat well. Enjoy Diwali, don't burn the place down.
Love the shirt!
ReplyDeleteNo matter their age or ours, they are always our babies. Worry goes with the territory. Glad all was fine.
This is so true. Thanks for the nice words about the shirt. Another warm day, so I'll be reading in the deck wearing it.
DeleteIt's evident a good mother raised a good son! Love the shirt. We have snow.
ReplyDeleteHe's a nice guy, yes. I like the shirt, but you're welcome to the snow. We feel aggrieved if it arrives earlier than mid December.
DeleteParents, especially mothers, never stop worrying about their children. I know my mother worried about me until she died, at 97. I worry about my children, the oldest being 56. It's our job!
ReplyDeleteI hope his procedure yields fine results and you can relax on every level. I know he's grateful to have you in his corner! You're a good mom.
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