Keeping up with youngsters ends with a visit to the hospital
After six weeks of travel and visiting with relatives, life is once again normal — almost, that is.
For the first time in many months, I went to the emergency room with angina. No big deal — diagnosis: a 91-year-old trying to keep up with people half her age and younger.
The real miracle was that grandson-in-law Jonathan sped across Dallas, running red lights and didn’t get a ticket nor get creamed. The best thing coming out of it was to see his concern. I think he loves me.