...and my wife, while you're at it, please.
My FIL had surgery a couple of weeks ago. He's in good health, but at 88 years old, you just don't recover easily. My MIL has struggled with her health--also 88 years old--and on top of the breathing, blood pressure, and host of issues she has, she hurt her back as well. So my wife went down to spend time with them to help, and has been there a couple of weeks.
Last night she called me on her way to the hospital where she was taking her mom at 11pm last night. Blood pressure was 231/91. After dosing of BP medicine, and IV stuff, at 1 a.m. it was 237/100. It finally came down, and at 5 a.m. they discharged her with 140/60, and heart rate in the 80's (it's normally in the 60's with a pacemaker, but this was normal enough).
The hospital is close to where my MIL and FIL live, but my poor wife is running herself ragged.
It's funny...today is National Daughters Day. I know, another made-up holiday. But these words really caught me today from the nationaltoday.com/national-daughter-day website:
On National Daughter Day we remember to show unconditional love to the guardian of our family trust, our beautiful, witty, creative, and sometimes, demanding daughters. For aging parents, especially, a daughter maintains a level of connectivity and commitment that keeps families together and healthy.
FIL is doing fine, just super-slow recovery, physical therapy and such. He's always been super-active. I remember a couple of years ago they came to visit, and I had tickets for a luncheon where Shaquille O'Neal was the speaker. It was downtown, and in a banquet hall surrounding the BJCC. As we were approaching the steps, I slowed down to look to see where an elevator might be, turned my head, and when I turned it back, he was halfway up all the steps, never giving it a second thought. He was excited (as an LSU grad) to listen to Shaq speak and enjoy a lunch out.
Getting old is hard sometimes.
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