Last week when Mom had her little procedure, which I said went well, it did not go so well. I should have known when the nurse said "Your mother did well: she made it so easy" that my mother never makes things easy when it comes to hospitals. While I was with her in WF, things were fine, but later that night, she had a reaction to something and got sick. My brother took her to the emergency room (thanks Pete; I owe you) where they gave her a shot to settle her stomach. Since last Monday, she has been running a low-grade fever and not feeling well. But did she call and say anything? No. I only found out today that she has been sick all week. So, today I will go over and check up on her, roust her out, and prod her into being better. I don't understand medical stuff very well and I am not the most sympathetic person in the world (according to my family). If Mom was already taking an antibiotic, why would she be running a fever? If this was only a reaction to the procedure, why did it last all week? And why didn't she call me or her doctor?
I mentioned our lake outing in yesterday's post. Here are some photos to tell the story. Our friends, Kristie and Scott, own the Hobie Cat. Kristie took these photos. Jesse also posted photos at her blog. Upon arriving at the lake, it began to rain. Then it poured. Then the sun came out. We just kept playing through it all. There were lots of photos of Jesse because she took over the job of skipper and gave everyone a ride. Many of the photos showed Jesse frowning or just very serious. This one looked like she might make Ruth walk the plank. Jesse was actually having a great time. Then there were the dog pictures. S an K brought three dogs, and we brought Ranger the rat terrier. Ranger is a mama's dog and is a bit weird when I am not around. Toby and I went out on the kayak and tried the kite (not enough wind). Ranger tried to swim after us, but he found an island of safety. Bo showed up late in the afternoon to take over being skipper. Both my children were Hobie Hogs.