Sitting on a chair outside the garage the other day, I heard a strange sound and looked up. The MetLife blimp was overhead, meandering around the sky. Not in a straight path, but instead, a wide, loopy path across the valley, giving me time to take several pictures. It's nice to take pictures of something other than cats and flowers for a change.
The really hot weather has finally left us for a while. June is supposed to be 70's not 90's. One is not supposed to suffer heat exhaustion in June, but that is was happened to me this week. Amazing how fast it comes on. One minute you are fine and the next you can't do the smallest thing. Like swallow. The hospital people were very nice, and once again, for two times in a row now, the whole ER experience was like clockwork. Mom's last trip went great, and now this time, I got great care in record time.
While the IV bag was dripping fluid in me, I laid there and thought of people dying in wilderness. (I'd seen too many cowboy movies lately) What a miserable death it would be to die of dehydration.You and your horse out there on the Conestoga trail. Out of water. Nowhere to go. The canteen dry. Hmmph.
Then I started thinking of the POW's, in far off lands, way back when, sitting in prisons, dependent on their captors for the basics of life.....food, water....
I was not in good shape.
But 1000cc's later I started perking up. Started thinking about food again. Didn't want the other IV Bag, I wanted a nice big cup of water with extra ice! Maybe I'd make it after all.
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