I Think I’ve Reached My Quota

They say bad things come in threes. If true, I’m all set now, thanks. First, Chuck developed a toothache. So a trip to the dentist was in order. Because on our last visit, just a few weeks ago, they spotted a slight crack in one of my teeth, which the dentist felt would be a quick fix, we made back to back appointments. Chuck went in first, but emerged way too quickly. Verdict: a root canal is needed. Then I slipped into the chair. Verdict: not just a quick fix, I need a crown. All this fun and excitement continues on Thursday. Then, I came down with what I hope is just a cold - a very, very brief, low-impact cold. (Did you hear that Universe?) Although with news coverage of seasonal flu and H1N1 flu, I’ll admit to a niggling worry that it could be worse.

Tomorrow we were scheduled to go down to Rhode Island to visit with my Mom. Mom, age 85, stopped driving her automobile August 1st. While we are grateful Mom made the decision of her own volition, we were also all pretty concerned about how she would cope without her almost daily jaunts to the supermarket and other nearby stores. But she has done beautifully. Between family, friends and volunteers Mom has been getting out and about - so much so, that a couple of times we have had to put off our visits because she’s so busy! Unfortunately, my cold has thrown a monkey wrench into our plans for tomorrow. When I called Mom this afternoon I had to tell her I had a cold. Before I could elaborate she interrupted with: “I love you, but I don’t want you near me, dear.”!

So here’s to Novocaine, cold tabs, Kleenex tissues, hand sanitizer and a mother who knows exactly what she does and does not want!