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April 27, 2009 - Michael Palmer
A visit to the hospital Sunday afternoon found my mother was able to feed herself and mentally she did not seem to have any lasting symptoms, save the fact that Tuesday is still a missing day for her. The diagnosis from MRI’s is not conclusive, however, the doctors she has seen are leaning towards a mini-stroke as the culprit. She had more of an appetite, which is good since she is scheduled to start three-a-days for physical therapy tomorrow.
Sigh of relief and on to part two.
The saga of the wayward daughter continued. She had been in touch by text messages and upon receiving an urgent message from her mother about the health condition of her grandma in the hospital her reply text was: “If she dies let me know I might be able to come up for calling hours.“ We had to wonder if she sent this message or the son in law, I pray it was the latter.
Upon further consideration, she texted Sunday afternoon that she wished to come up and spend a week. She could get a ride to Athens Sunday night or to Marietta late Monday evening, but we would have to pick her up there. After some debate it was decided that we should go and pick her up, so her mother drove the three hours to the meeting spot Sunday evening. Upon arriving in Athens she sent a text message and the reply read, “My ride was called into work at the last minute so I can’t make it, Sorry.” This appeared to be a rather convenient fabrication.
Her mother was undaunted by the obviously ploy and said, that’s alright, I will just come the rest of the way and pick you up. If you recall the in-laws are about as receptive to visitors as the nice country folk in the movie “Wrong Turn,” but we are talking about a mama lion protecting two generations of her cubs so she drove on into the night. This was protested by background noise during a cell phone call as she overheard Zach tell Phylicia, “Just tell her to go home and you can get a ride all the way up on Tuesday.”
Despite these problems, the pickup was a success, I am sure there will be much talking on the way home between Mom and daughter and I guess I will crash on the couch and wait for their arrival, a better day waits.
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