Re: [MOL] Sylvia [01085] Medicine On Line

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Re: [MOL] Sylvia

Thanks Kathy,  I will check with her and see if she has seen any dogs????(LOL).  Actually throughout all of this she and I have still managed to make each other laugh.  The little town where we live is Alsatian and the local Alsatians have wary (that's alsatian for very) tik (alsatian for thick) accents.  She told me a story about her Uncle Billy.  This really needs to be "heard" to get the full effect because the alsatian accent is very heavy and germany...they drawl and they pronounce all their w's like v's...anyway..Several years ago Uncle Billy's wife Aunt Ethel had been very sick and had ended up in the hospital with pneumonia and very dehydrated.  When Lizabeth and Michael went to see them Aunt Ethel was in ICU and Uncle Billy was standing outside.  Lizabeth asked him how Aunt Ethel was doing and he said:
            "Vell, tha docter said she's got deese tree lectric lights and two of dem are
out...if da turd one goes out...its bonco for her!"

When Lizabeth told me this story (it was about 2:00 a.m. Sunday morning) we both got to laughing and ended up having to clean up her bed...it sounds so silly now when I think of it but at the time just laughing was the only thing we could do and the  right thing to do.  About 4:00 a.m that morning after a rather fitful couple of hours, she leaned over and said "You'll tell me before my third  light goes out won't you?  We both convulsed in laughter again.

I hope when I get in there tonight that she is having a good day
Love to you and yours, sylvia-Lizabeth's champion

kcorrigan@chgw.com wrote:

 

Sylvia:  That's wonderful news!  Does the hospital have an in-house pharmacist?  I imagine they all do.  When I was discharged (each time), we would call the pharmacist and he'd come in and explain everything about the  medications to my husband and me.  My husband wasn't on drugs, so he'd remember.  I never did!  This was a tremendous help to us.  And you know -- I told you I never did weird things while I was on all that medication.  I forgot.  One night I was expecting my night nurse to come in.  I heard her come through the door and I looked down toward the foot of my bed.  There was the most beautiful golden retriever I have ever seen.  She was wearing a ruffly, white pinafore and had the kindest, sweetest brown eyes.  She just sort of puttered around getting stuff for me.  It made me feel so good!  So, I guess I wasn't all there after all -- but I was happy!  Tell Liz if she sees a golden retriever not to worry.  Seriously, I'm so glad -- it sounds like she's getting better.  Fingers crossed very tight.  -- Kathy in Boise.