An old picture of Jasmine.
On MY beach.
Those were the days.
Today was an interesting day.
I had just got home from work when I got a call from my Stepdad.
To say my Mom had fallen in the kitchen and he couldn’t get her up.
I rushed round and between the two of us we couldn’t get her up either.
My back is going to complain tomorrow.
Wait…it is already telling me I was an idiot to try.
I managed to get my brother on the phone and he rushed home about twenty minutes later.
He is a pretty strong dude.
He got behind her and got her up in one lift.
She really needs to lose weight.
Or move into a place with frail care.
Then I rushed home to go to the heart specialist with Mex.
Apparently he has an irregular heart beat.
He goes in in about three weeks for shock treatment.
I didn’t think they did that nowadays.
Oh wait, that could be mental patients.
He also said Mex shouldn’t drink.
Not that he drinks very much.
So we are looking for a second opinion.
From a Scottish doctor who will say a glass of Whiskey is fine!
Seriously, I was a bit concerned.
I have lost one husband from heart problems.
Not going through that again.
The specialist also asked me if Mex ever stops breathing at night.
How would I know?
I put my head on my pillow and go out like a light.
Now I shall have to listen.
He DID wake me last night because he was having a bad dream.
But he stopped so I left him.
Normally, I wake him before the monsters catch up with him.