July wasn’t so good, either!

Neither were August, September, and October.

The details are hazy now, but I spent the last week of July in the hospital, having trouble with my heart. It was going way too fast. The doctors finally figured it out and sent me home with changed medications, one of which was too powerful. That one soon went bye-bye, as well.

All of my medical appointments seemed to multiply. I got visited by a visiting nurse for five weeks. Then in September, I suddenly began to see double! I spent an evening in the ER, where they decided I had a tension headache and sent me home.

Then I was in the checkout lane at the grocery, and I must have blacked out for a moment. Down I went to my knees!  Before I knew it, three kind, strong gentlemen hoisted me into a chair, and I was whisked to an ambulance, which, instead of taking me to the local hospital, drove me to the airport, where I was loaded onto a helicopter for a ride through a rainstorm.

I eventually arrived at Mayo Hospital in Phoenix, where I spent the next four days or so. My vision became better at last. They finally allowed me to go home, driven by my son, all the way back up the mountain to my hamlet.

I see at least two doctors a month and get regular lab work done, but I’m beginning to do much better. I’ve even begun to write again!

Sadly, my brother-in-law passed away and several family members are having medical issues, but I’m happy to be alive and getting well.