Dear Diary, Not many calls at 1:05 a.m. are about good news and

mine wasn't.
Daughter Jill was taken from home by ambulance last night.
For at least 3 years her B/P has been high and uncontrolled with meds.
This time it plummeted to 76/44.
Long story short ( I haven't been able to sleep since that call), the hospital brought her B/P back up.
They wanted to keep her, but couldn't promise her that she would have her stress test before Christmas. She was discharged at 4:30 a.m. against their wishes and promised she will get a written order from her primary and have a stress test done next week. 
Her reason for not staying in the hospital was wanting to see her grandson Christmas Day and give him his gift.
Daughter Michelle picked her up and stayed the night with her. Big help to me. :0)
She also was recently hospitalized. Was severely dehydrated from a long bout of diarrhea and she too left before the recommended stay. Once again she is having bowel problems.  KIDS!

It's nearing 6:30 p.m.  Trying to hold out until 8:30 or 9.
Tomorrow morning we are invited to Ed's youngest daughter Sandy's and her husband Kevin's for breakfast and exchange of gifts. I think she'll like hers from me. Can't locate the picture :0( .
Picture this in sage green and a different last name if you can. :0)

His daughter Debbie got this one delivered today and called to thank me.  I think I posted this before.


Can't remember if I posted this sweater I made for Mia. It's a deep purple, but looks blue in the picture.  CRS Syndrome. Could look back in my posts of late, but there's that ambition again. ;0)

Still working on the teddy bear afghan for Ed's grand daughter Jillian's expected baby in March.
Some weeks I'm full of ambition and others I'm not.  Since returning from Florida, I haven't got any.  Then too, my right knee acts up with too much sitting or too much standing. Can't win for losing.

It's Christmas Eve. This date was my anniversary. We married in the afternoon and that night he was Santa to many of our friends kids. We (ME) drove with the windows down, no heat on as he roasted in his suit and the padding and he couldn't fit behind the wheel. Then I slipped and slid up and down driveways and occasionally fell.  This is how I spent my anniversary for many years.  Have to admit, once I thawed out, it was fun.

Year?

Year?my boss'

 

He was Santa for our grands,  the chiropractor I worked for, the multi handicapped children that I worked with before that, The Elks seniors and children's parties, in the town hall for the town children , in the VFW for their children's Christmas parties, he rode on the fire truck though town, and many more places.
He always had a desire to play Santa and one Christmas I bought him the suit, etc. for his Christmas gift. In later years he bought himself a much nicer one. It's still in his closet.    Had thoughts of burying him in it, but of course my good senses prevailed and no kids were harmed. ;0)
Not only did he do the Santa thing, but he made himself up a clown outfit and volunteered for the Jimmy Fund, Toys For Tots and other charities.
Twenty some odd years back that doctor that wasn't a doctor robbed him of all this.

(((hugs)))


That's All Folks!