Whewie! I'm feeling like I mistakenly stepped on the wrong carousel. Normally, aside from doctors' visits, our lives are downright bland.
Seeing his forearm red and swollen, I strongly suggested he change clothes and get in the car. The wait at Urgent Care wasn't as awful as what we've experienced at the Emergency room, but it's still not my idea of a good time. The NP took one look and pronounced, "Cellulitis." A shot and strong antibiotics seems to be doing a number; he sleeps most of the time.
We're scheduled to see his pulmonologist on Tuesday to discuss the results of the CT scan, so I'm a bit on edge. My mom may have been an R.N., but that apple fell far, far away from the tree.
In other news ...
Spotting a FB blurb about something called the "Mill Collective" we took a ride to Tallassee. The store was underwhelming, but it was still a pleasant ride. Sweet, sweet little town! I kept looking around, fully expecting to see my grandfather's old Chevy approaching.
Tom spotted the cafe where I first fell in love with "down home" congeniality -- the old man who held the door for us ... who looked me in the eye when he asked, "How y'all doing?" and waited, seriously expecting an answer. Almost 8 years later, there was no question where to stop.
I hope he's up for it, on account I finally put away our Spring table settings.
Does anyone actually use creamers any more?
Bring on the most wonderful time of the year!



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