On Weds. it started out with some fun. the teenager and the nearly teenager went out and we shot the zombie snowman.
Lots of fun, this is the “animated’ version. No video can be uploaded, but you can see the 11-year-old is having a good time.
We had 15-year-old sister with her compound, also having wonderful laughter. They both would boggle, as i’d shoot and call where the arrows would hit. And hit where I said.
(Psst, I just got lucky a couple of times)
Their ride arrived to take them to martial arts, and away they went. With their mom (My sister) in the hospital after getting plates removed from her previously broken ribs (A total body crunch a few years ago, fictionalized in the story “2 seconds…”) has an infection that now appears to be staph aureus infection and she is on two antibiotics every four hours. I have asked her if it is MRSA, but as of last night she didn’t know. But it is being stubborn.
This leads me to believe I am in Nevada for a longer period of time.
Mama Dash, she twisted her back yesterday (Thus the lack of posting) and something “popped” I palpated her back and found a lump that she and my father said was new.
“Okay, give me a pen.” and I circled it. “Now we go to the ER, if you tore something, it needs to be evaluated and I do not have the tools here. PLUS an Rx for pain.”
Well, she broke a vertebra. 0.o … Otherwise healthy people do not beak bones by twisting while getting ready for a shower.
*sigh* You ever see storm clouds on the horizon and know they’re headed your way?
A quick trip to the emergency room and some five hours later, the doctor pulls Papa Dash and myself side.
“Could be an infection but the worse case scenario, multiple myeloma. It is a kind of bone cancer. So we need to send her to a medical center that has comprehensive testing and personnel abilities.”
So an hour’s drive to Reno to the medical center there for testing. We were there a long time. Papa Dash and I got home about 2:00 AM.
The up side, sister sledgehammer is about 5 doors down from mom. Even if sister is under the antibiotic infusion, she can still trundle it alongside her like a nightmarish version of a high-tech pet.
I am going to have to leave you now, and finish this update later. There is an 11-year-old future Robin Hood in training that is pacing back and forth with a bow in hand. She needs to go out .
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I need some good news. I have never wished an infection on anyone, but I prefer mom has an infection over the alternative.