MIL is home from the hospital. She came home yesterday. There are a lot of things about this trip to the hospital that aren’t making sense and Hubby and I are terribly annoyed at the lack of information. Either the docs don’t know what they are doing or MIL knows more than she’s telling us. I kind of think that MIL knows more than she’s sharing at this point. All the test results aren’t back yet (she says) but the tests that have come back are inconclusing. They aren’t saying it was a mini-stroke, but they aren’t saying it wasn’t. Could be the pinched nerve in the neck causing the problem, but they aren’t sure. Vertigo could be a result of either condition. She has a follow-up appointment with her family doc on Monday morning to review the results and decide what to do next. With all the new HIPPA privacy rules, it was impossible to get a straight answer from the nurses – they can’t release the info unless MIL gives her approval. . . and she hadn’t given them approval to release info to us. She swears she’s fine and that she’s told us everything she know . . . but I have a little voice in the back of my head telling me that somethings just not right.
Sooo . . . since she’s still not quite herself, Hubby wants to have Easter Sunday dinner at our house. Oh, joy, I’m hosting a holiday dinner with a week’s notice for a woman (MIL) that doesn’t like to eat anything that she hasn’t cooked herself. This is the first Easter dinner since I’ve known her (25 years) that I’m doing the cooking. Like I don’t already have enough stress in my life, now I have to pull this off. Part of the stress revolves around the fact that Hubby will be helping me with preparing the dinner. We don’t always work well together in the kitchen. It could get really ugly.
The weather is warmer these days. The snow has melted. The yard is a swampy muddy mess. It’s been raining the last couple of days. It’s hard to believe that last week we had 17 inches of snow and now we have high temperatures in the upper 40’s to lower 50’s. Is it any wonder everyone I know has a cold or some kind of flu bug.
The cat that thinks it lives in my house is still hanging around. For the last two or three years, he hasn’t spent more than two or three minutes in my house at a time . . . until last week. He was here for three days during the snow storm. Okay, I understand that. I wouldn’t want to be out in that either. But since then he’s made a couple of trips in the house for a few hours at a time. He even snuggled on the couch with me when I was feeling poorly the other night. He’s watching TV with Hubby, Blacky and Luci now. I think he may have permanently adopted us.
With that I think I need to check on the little family and get everyone ready for bed.