Well, folks, to bring a non-fiction update.
Yesterday as you know, the Dr’s office dropped the ball for a meeting, last night, Papa Dash took me to a restaurant he eats at I gave an order of sirloin tips, hash browns and eggs. SOunded good.
Except for the grilled-basted onions mixed with the meat.
not bad, I am not a fan of grilled onions, as a rule, but I plowed through it as it was the only real meal I had eaten in the entire day.
This morning, I got up and began to eat two slices of dry toast, coffee and work on some fiction for you all.
Then it hit.
Agony. Lower left quadrant of the abdomen. Severe. I was unable to sit, stand. No position was comfortable.
So dad had to go to the Doctor’s meeting with mom, alone. No interpreter for those highly intelligent doctors that forget that average folk don’t understand Latin.
Yeah, I understand Latin. Comes easy, for some reason.
Maybe it was all the Dr. Suess books I have in Latin that I read to the princesses when they grew up. (Cat in the Hat is in Latin, one of the easiest to find, good place to start learning it. 😉 )
But I could not go. I was in so much pain that I could not focus on writing, decisions or even helping dad with his new smart phone. (Each new gen is slightly different from the one before and his was years old.)
So my whole mission of helping? Fail.
Luck would have it, the MD that was difficult to understand (Soft spoken, big words, heavy accent, mind like a carbon-arc lamp, hates explaining things. Nurses hate him.) was off the case, and in his stead was a younger MD, plain-spoken, strong voiced, enjoyed explaining things and had a sense of care that the other one seemed to lack.
So I failed, but the Fates intervened and gave dad a break.
Even though I am still burping up onion flavors (YUCK!) and my lower belly hurts like someone used me as a punching bag, things worked out.
If things do not straighten up by tomorrow? A long trip home is in store for me tomorrow.
For the moment, ugh. I hate to do an abrupt sign-off but I am in pain now. A mild case of food poisoning I think. or perhaps an allergic reaction? or just the body saying “Blech, onions!”
Up beat note.
Married by Mistake is getting a re-write and the main female lead characters are being renamed. This should be fun.
Podcast meeting is supposed to be tomorrow, but if I am like this, I won’t make it. ugh.
Anyway. Keep an eye on me and this channel. More will come.
The word of a Gentleman.