What A Day...

I've finally gotten an opportunity to sit down and write. When I arrived at Carmel Ridge this morning, Bobby was already there. "Emma" was sitting up in her bed, resting. She looked good, much better than I'd expected. I went over and gave her a big hug, telling her how happy I am that she's ok. After examining her chart, no damage was done to her heart or her brain. Definite good news. Bobby was so relieved. It was a special treat for her to have both of us with her that early in the morning. Bobby wasn't able to stay long, as he had to go back be in the city by 8:00am for work. Neither of us mentioned his brother. That's a subject best left alone. "Emma" didn't need it. She didn't need to be reminded of her late husband, and Bobby's brother is a carbon copy of the man.

She understood why Bobby hadn't been to visit her yesterday, and wasn't upset in the least bit. As a matter of fact, when she found out he had taken me out to dinner on saturday night, that was all she could talk about. Everytime I'd ask her if she was ok, or having pain, or any sort of symptoms, she would say "I'm fine, now, when are you and Bobby going out again?". She's so precious. At least we had something to bring some joy to her after such a scare. We're monitoring her closely. Some of her medications have changed, and we need to be sure that she's adjusting well. Hopefully, all will be well.

I spoke to Bobby briefly this evening. He was exhausted. He's been buried in a pile of paperwork and just wants to clear his brain. I can fully understand that. I would've enjoyed a nice night alone myself. I made a promise to Maria that I'd stop by rehearsal and that we'd grab a bite to eat afterwards. I do need to get out, even though staying in my nice comfy pajamas vegging out on my couch sounds like MUCH more fun! That's Susan at the door. Gotta go get myself ready...