You were able to get some nice pics on Autopia......the last time we rode on that, the car vibrated so much that getting pics was almost impossible!! I think we'll be doing that ride again in December.....the twins are at a good age for enjoying them.
(not a huge fan because of my long legs....lol)
Thanks! We had a really steady car, and since all I have to do nowadays is push the pedal to the metal (apart from when I needed to slow down so we COULD do that without running into the first car), I was free to snap away!
I bet Tuck and Roll's is fabulous for you.
Drs and nurses are notoriously bad about wanting to listen to people. Frankly it would help if they listen.
You sure would think! I do adore the guy from the Neuro-Intervention floor, though. he's not a doctor, but he's just incredible, and I wish I were in school with him so we could talk and talk and hypothesize and whatnot with him. He's really interesting, and the most amazing thing he says is that despite all their knowledge, they know only a tiny bit about the brain.
Anyway, she's home now and my dinner tonight consisted of 4 servings of veggies, 1 serving of Marzetti's Simply Dressed Ranch (so so so delish and in such a cute bottle), 6 Milano cookies, and 22 oz of beer. Tracked it all, but still, not such a great meal. Actually it WAS a great meal, LOL, but you know what I'm saying. I just needed that beer; when I took the first drink there was such a strong "yummmmm" reaction to it that I thought "woo, glad I barely drink anymore, because that reaction was a little scary!"
She gets surly when she's being released (and her in-hospital, post-meal, blood sugar was 190, which just makes me scratch my head that they think that's OK, especially when it goes along with a NASTY mood in her) and just sat there being annoying and being annoyed by me and saying "yes" to the doctor and nurses then asking me what they were talking about (head nearly exploded because of that today), and complaining about how long the discharge took (hello, this is how it works in hospitals, now SIT DOWN and relax!), etc etc.
So we get her home, I go through her pill box to make it right, we get her settled, we race home, get ready for the Y, get to the Y, get E safely into ballet, I go do my run (turbo-style so that I can get up for the end of ballet b/c there's a dancer's brother who likes to physically harm Eamon and I wanted to be there as back up Eamon who wanted to deal with it on his own), it's all done, we go to the store to get the above combo of food and an Amy's meal for E...and she calls to ask if I can drive her to temple on Sunday. Which is, like, an hour away. And doesn't even INVITE me to temple, NO, I'm apparently not good enough for that, no, just drive her there and leave, and someone else will take her home.
I said yes, hung up, burst into tears. So tired.
She talks a good game about how she doesn't want to be a problem, doesn't want to be a burden, doesn't want to bother us, feels sorry for Eamon, feels sorry for me, for having to be there for her, do things for her, all the time (while flat out rejecting assisted living)....and then doesn't even ask ANYONE else to do this for her.
I mentioned it to Robert, he went ballistic, he called his brother, and his brother called her to ask if he can take her to give me a break. Which is nice, but the problem is that I'm going to "get in trouble" for this. But BIL went rogue after Robert went rogue, and they decided to take action without asking my opinion on it.
Good thing is that they'll have my back if, NAY,
when she complains about me not taking her to temple.
Sigh.
So sending prayers for your MIL and your family as you deal with all of this and prepare for what inevitably is coming down the road. 
