Wilson River Gal

 The weirdness continues. . . . Yesterday B and I spent the day in the IRU at St. Vincent's. I was scheduled for a 9 a.m. check-in for an 11 a.m. procedure. We arrived on time, were escorted to the designated area (Room 6 in Pollock IRU), where I was shown the gown and socks that would be my attire for the rest of the day. Waiting around in any medical facility is just, well, boring. Daytime television only makes it worse. I decided that I'd take a nap. B brought a book and his tablet, so he was reasonably well entertained. The 11 o'clock procedure turned into a 1 p.m. procedure, which was then delayed to 2:30 by an emergency that came in and took precedence over my "routine procedure". Around 2 p.m., after sleeping as much as I could, I was wide awake and bored. B entertained both of us with Youtube videos of street performers. (That was cool! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIa8Ga6EIPE and others) Finally, my turn came. Two big, muscle-y guys ca...

"Why don't you start a blog? It will give you a place to tell about what you're going through- so you can send the link to people instead of having to say everything over and over again." That was how I got started here. B, my dear husband and best friend, suggested it to me. I am suddenly thrust into a world that I know so little about, that is so emotionally charged for me, that I need a place to collect my thoughts. Catalog memories. Ruminate. This is that place. I don't promise eloquent writing, high literature, or even logical, clear thinking. I  do  promise honesty and being candid about what I'm dealing with, how I feel about it, and probably a zillion little observations along the way. ===  Originally published 3/31/2015