August 8, 2013

What a dark day. Rain kept Jason from coming. Mid afternoon I was down with a massive attack of phlebitis. Hours into it, lying on the couch, I answered a late call to hear that DJ had fallen and punctured a lung and broken some ribs. I was absolutely helpless, being unable to move farther than from the couch to the phone. Luckily he was with the Bryants, so all was well there. I am at least upright this AM, so what comes can be handled.  The fever brought on ceaseless cycles of dreams about two competing rural ambulance services. Weird. My mind simply could not let it go. I am still sick enough to have made a typo in every other word.