Well, that’s it for the first part of the Christmas season in Pinklea-land. I am stuffed with both food and alcohol, the happy recipient of many fabulous gifts, well-thanked for the presents I bestowed … and also unexercised, unrested, with a messy house and too much laundry to do, and in a bad mood.
All in all, a good time.
Of course, my birthday started the Christmas season frivolity for me last Friday, so basically, I have been partying for four days straight. Today I am in hiding. I do not wish to see or talk to people. I do not wish to look at another piece of shortbread or one more buttertart. No, not even another rum and coke – really. Well, except for maybe a very small one. Just one and just before dinner. Which, by the way, will be peanut butter and jam on toast, NOT turkey or anything resembling a real meal.
My brother and sister-in-law have been staying with my mom for almost a week now. They brought what appeared to be a truck-load of food with them, purchased more upon arrival, then cooked Christmas breakfast and dinner at Mom’s place. They did an amazing job, particularly since they were working in someone else’s kitchen with someone else’s often-crappy old stuff (although my mother does like quality things, she IS 81 years old and doesn’t always recognize when stuff needs replacing any more, insisting that those things are “just fine for me”.)
And after Christmas dinner, about 9 pm, my sister-in-law ended up in the emergency ward. She has Crohn’s disease and her innards were fighting back with a vengeance, causing her intense stomach pain. I don’t know much about Crohn’s, but I do know that people who have it are supposed to be careful with what they eat and drink. My sister-in-law, while a lovely person (and a great cook!), doesn’t always appear to be very careful. Also, I have noticed that she often has these attacks right around the time that they are leaving on vacation. Then this one came at Christmas. Hmm. Could stress be a factor? I’m not a medical professional, nor do I live with the disease like she does, but it does bear thinking about.
Anyway, emergency wasn’t super-busy, fortunately, and she had bloodwork done and was hooked up to a morphine drip within an hour. She started to doze off then, so PG, DD and I couldn’t really do anything more and so went home, about 10:45 pm. Mom hadn’t come with us to the hospital, but we called her and let her know what was happening. At about 1 am, the doctor pronounced everything under control and sent my sister-in-law and brother on their way. The next day (yesterday), she was a bit weak and groggy, eating lightly, but not in any more pain, thank goodness.
So that was all quite exciting … okay, maybe not for her, but I’ve never gone to emergency on Christmas Day before, so it was certainly a new adventure for me.
I wonder if I’ll even remember how to do the machines?