|Alarums and Excursions
||[Feb. 2nd, 2006|03:46 pm]
Written last night: Another emergency room visit. I think they were going to get her to a hospital for tests on her wrist muscle anyway, but she's also got a fever of 101. She's very tired, but coherent. She got the ambulance folks to take both her water bag and her microphone/speaker, which is a minor miracle, since the last ambulance told her it was illegal to carry water on an ambulance (!), and her nurse told me she'd refused to get the microphone because she didn't know how to unplug it.
The ambulance driver told her he was a minister and a Pagan -- whether a real Pagan or a Christian trying to establish rapport we can't tell. He told Marsha he was a minister; she told him she was Pagan; and he told her he was too. So either he was being strategically silent about his Paganism until he found out he wouldn't disapprove; or he was backpedaling the Christianity when he found out she wasn't one.
Ah well -- he brought her water and her microphone, in possible defiance of numerous regulations, so he's O.K. in my book.
Today: As sometimes happens, whoever was supposed to call me from the nursing home didn't, so the first I knew was when I walked in for my regular visit. Marsha got moved from the Emergency Room to a regular hospital room about 1:00 a.m., and I shuttled back and forth between the nursing home and the hospital for her computer (and later, for her glasses, which we'd both forgotten). I see I sent an email to work from the hospital about 3:45 a.m., so I must have gotten home a little after 4:00.