Well, like the proverbial bad penny, Mommie Dark is back again. The last week has been a long drugged blur (and Kent, I can hear you snickering about how that isn't a bad thing ). The immediate future holds a lot more boring tedious medical razzmatazz. I am stabilized but we still don't know what caused the spiking BP or why it is taking such extreme measures to keep it stable. Presently I'm just grateful that I was able to gain enough ground to be discharged and crawl back into the Dark bolthole to snooze and recharge.
To all who sent such wonderful greetings and good wishes, my sincere thanks. Knowing there was a fraternity of caring souls willing good for me was one of the most potent aids in surviving the nightmare cycles of pain and nausea.
I hope this is marginally coherent; I'm weak as a kitten and haven't got even an ounce of mean to spare. I was even friendly and polite to the hospital chaplain . I just wanted to say thanks to everyone for the outpouring of love and goodwishes. You are a wonderful bunch of souls, and your cards and emails and messages thru Papa have been a warm comfort in a cold grim climate.
And now, back to bed for a while.
Much love to all,
MD