Posting without catching up -- please forgive -- but had to let y'all know:
Printer is finally working again, no thanks to the internet tech or the printer virtual assistant. I finally decided if it was going to keep telling me the ink was low, all right, I'll change these very expensive cartridges. Sigh. That was all it needed. All is well.
Harriet said Saturday evening --
I was pleased to hear, actually, that your dmother called just to chat - that's nice. I hope she feels well and optimistic.
Well. How quickly things can change.
She called me at 2:00 a.m. Sunday morning, when for once, I was sound asleep at that hour... and I asked if she needed me to come out there. No, she just thought maybe I could "talk" her to sleep. She was in great pain with her back, could NOT fall asleep, and was pretty sure she had cancer.
Of course, the c-word put me into a panic, but I told her she did NOT have cancer, that the doctor would have certainly called if blood work was in to show anything like that. I took more Imodium and Zofran, spent a lot of time in the bathroom, and finally asked, "Have you taken your medicine tonight?"
Hmmm... no... "what day is it, is it Friday?" she asked.
I said, "NO! It's Saturday night; well, Sunday morning..."
Ah ha! Nope, apparently she had taken no medicine at all Saturday. Which I do not understand, because if you're hurting that bad, wouldn't you first rush to see if you were eligible for some more medicine???
Well... she took it, asked me to stay on the phone with her for a while, and FINALLY -- 4:00 a.m.? I heard her softly snoring. Gunsmoke in the background. I kept my phone on, finally fell asleep around 4:30, and woke up before my 8:00 a.m. alarm. She's still sleeping. I turned the phone off, sent d?bro a text to tell him he needs to call her, and took my shower, went to church.
After church, dgs and I went out there, to find the lost tv remote that she thought was under the couch... yes... and I opened all her mail and discarded the junk mail. Came home, took a LONG nap.
Today, I awoke to a voice mail from her -- no she does not have cancer. All blood work is within normal limits. She does have a UTI. Doctor is calling in antibiotic.
I texted this message to dbro and ds, and went back to sleep.
DGS awoke me at 1:00 pm.
Since then, I have d2s (showered last night at 2:30 a.m. More on that later) Put a load of towels in the washer, vacuumed the laundry room, took dgs home, got the mail, PUPA while on phone with tech support, and typed & printed the minutes from yesterday's meeting, and printed last Monday's meeting.
Why was I in the shower at 2:30 a.m.? First, because I was determined to be ready to dress and go if dmom had an early morning doctor's appointment.
DS called around midnight, on his way home.
DS let me off the phone at 2:00 a.m., saying, "Well, I'm like the all-night deejay. It's time for me to sign off and turn it over to Granny. Keep on truckin.'"
Thankfully, Granny apparently slept well last night and so did I.
I'll bbl and cuop and quit monopolizing the conversation.