Maybe we should just MOVE into the ER?

Ok, I guess we’re not really in the emergency room all that often, but you know, it kinda feels like it. Yesterday Ernie had a routine appointment with his primary care doctor who ordered more bloodwork because he’s worried about Ernie’s kidney’s. Well, join the club buster, we’re ALL worried about his kidneys. I kind of groaned, saying, ‘you’ve already got a nephrologist and an oncologist watching your kidneys, do we need another doctor in the mix?” Then I figured, hell, the more the merrier.

Last night as we were watching Only Murders In the Building (the first time I tried to watch it didn’t catch me, now I’m loving it) he got a call from Carle, which was odd as it was after hours. They said his hemoglobin was crazy low (well, they didn’t say that exactly) and that somebody would call him in the morning and if they didn’t, to call Neurology. Ok. Then we got a text, I think it was, saying somebody would call him at 8:45. Nobody called. Ernie called them around 9:00 and was told yes, he’s on the list for a call today. So, I guess we wait. Of course I was supposed to go into the office and he drives me (I’m not comforable driving at the moment) so we tried to figure it all out and I decided I would see if I could do my meeting via Zoom. As much as it’s a bit of an event to get me in and out of the house I was kind of disappointed as I was looking forward to being there. Oh well. Why didn’t I wake Leo up and have him drive me? I swear to God, it just never crossed my mind. Geez. Then shortly before my Zoom meeting, someone finally called Ernie and said he needed to go to the emergency room. THEN I thought of Leo. Ernie woke him up because I told him I didn’t want him going alone. They took off when I was in my meeting. I hated not going but it kinda becomes the blind leading the blind and not knowing how long it will be…it seemed wisest to stay home.

So, here I sit trying to work, being slowly driven insane by Google maps and mushroom orders. I heard from Leo a bit ago and he said, they’re going to give Ernie a blood transfusion as well as platelets. Fucking platelets again. Ernie’s terrified that he’ll end up in the hospital. I sure as hell hope not.

I’ve got a headache and my back hurts. Trying to decide whether to take a pain pill and risk being bloofy. I guess I should get back to work.

Onward. Please think good thoughts for my sweet pea.

Love,
Cynthia

I sleep right below Kristi Rose these days, which might be she was in long, complicated dream the other night. I wish I could remember it bette as I do recall we were having a great time. 🌹