Bingo

During the weekdays, I spend much of my time in my office. Sometime Bingo is with me, and sometimes she's curled up on her bed in the living room. I took this photo because she was sort of sprawled out, instead of her usual curled up position:

Zzzzzz . . . .

The sound of the camera wakes her up.

Bat ears!

Hullo.

We've sort of gotten into a different routine with our walks, and have not been going out into the neighborhood or down to the lake on the main road. We walk around the property. We start up the driveway:

The stop-n-look.

And here comes Tabby Bobcat to join us:

And then we go thru the backyard, down thru the woods toward the lake:

Under the bent-from-Isabel red bud tree.

View of lake.

Sniff.

Here comes Tabby:

Scratch-scratch.

 And then I squat down to get a better angle on the photo & Tabby comes toward me:

And back to the branch:

And then he goes after the leash!

 Sunday Morning Walk

Foggy.

*sniff*  Hmmm . . . squirrels!

 Tabby comes to join us:

Bingo crosses to the other side of the driveway:

*sniff*

 Back toward the house:

 To the backyard:

 Into the woods:

You can sort of see the lake if you know it's there. Not really, tho.

 Here we go:

See the leash? Around the tree?

It taunts Tabby.

No, Bingo:

*sigh*

View of the lake:

Heading back up to the house:

Random picture of one of my favourite tulip poplar trees. Looks like dendrites.

Back under the bent red bud tree.

Up the path.

 Around the yard to the side of the house:

And back in to the house:

Tabby joins us.

Mum's ER Adventure

Friday morning was clipping along for me with John Morgan Seminars, and then I got this email from Mum:

If you get a minute would you mind giving Ruth a call to see if she could pop over for a minute or two.This is not a ladder 99 alarm but I think I need a little something .Thanks L.M.

Well, as it turns out, it was an emergency. She was breathless, her heart was racing and had been since 2 a.m. and she emailed me at 9:37 a.m.  Gah!!!  My brother was in his office, right there. So I called him:

Me: Have you seen Mum this morning?
Atlasta: Yeah, I poked my head in but she was napping on the sofa.
Me: You better hope she was just napping!

And then I told him about the email she sent me. Here's the thing: Mum is strong. She can run circles around me. She wields a pick ax & pumps iron at the gym 3 times a week. But Bolivia was not a good experience. Altitude sickness hit her hard and she had a hard time recovering. She was getting winded going up stairs. So we made an appointment with a cardiologist, but Friday morning it became apparent that she couldn't wait & needed to go to the ER.

Atlasta drove us to St. Mary's:

 

I got to the front desk & said, "HEART. We need a doctor NOW." We got her in a room. The paramedic said, "I was going to put someone else in that room but something told me to wait, and then you came in." Thank you.

Mum got hooked up to monitors and widgety-things. A stream of people came in & were amazed that she'd never had surgery, never taken medications, never had a hospital visit. It was a v. short health history! When the doctor arrived, he asked Mum how she was doing. "Oh, fine," she said. "No, Mum. You are not fine! Tell him why you're here."

Brother Atlasta trolling thru a cabinet.

So long story short (too late!) she was admitted into the hospital, and we got her settled into a room.

Atlasta plotting and scheming . . . 

The good news is that she doesn't need surgery; she's on a blood thinner & something else. Once she got an IV and the drugs started to work & her b.p. came down and her heart beat slowed down, she started looking a lot better. But she stayed the night in the hospital. This was the board the nurses communicate on & you can prolly tell which part Atlasta & Ruth added:

"World Domination" & "No Midgets!" courtesy of Atlasta.

The nurses were all laughing about it. I didn't add anything until the next day when I put, Queen Anne for "Preferred Name." Haha   

Ruth & I went in to see her the next morning & Mum said, "They say I can leave this afternoon." When the nurse came in, I asked if they were going to perform some sort of assessment before they let her go. "Make her run around the hospital. Don't take her word for it. She lies." [Eye roll from Mum] The nurse assured me that they wouldn't let her go if she wasn't well enough. Good.

Ruth asked Mum what she learned from this experience. "Well, I guess that I'm not invincible." I said, "Yes, Mum. You're vincible. What else?"  While Mum was hemming & hawing, Ruth said, "You know, Mum. There's a fine line between stoic and stupid." Yes, such a fine line.  

So we had the cardiologist appointment yesterday. The doctor says she needs to stay on the meds, but she's well enough to start back to the gym if she wants. Or wield a pick ax. You know. As you do. So glad you're OK, Mum!

Bingo

Nothing really exciting or new this week. We've had some warm weather, so some nice breezy walks thru the woods and yard.

Tabby greets Bingo & joins us for a walk.

Almost all the leaves are off the trees now so you can see the lake.

What a dignified profile she has!

 Here's Tabby, lollygagging:

 Here's Bingo, coming up to Tabby:

Harshin' his mellow.

Heading to the side border of my property. You can now see the house next door:

See? Over to the right-ish? Little cottagey house.

 Oh. This:

Bingo's diet has an occasional supplementation of deer droppings. *sigh*

 This photo is a bit blurry due to jostling, but it conveys our quick movement thru the woods!

Jumping over the logs.

She loves to trot.

Stopping to sniff the air.

This is the way we go back up to the yard.

Aaaand into the yard.

 And around to the side of the front yard:

See Bingo sort of straining against the leash?

She's gone around a tree . . . 

 And this happens fairly often:

Tabby, in for the kill!

I took Bingo over for a vizzie to her doggie-friends Dana & Roy, but I didn't get any good pics. She has so much FUN with them; she gets to run around the yard without a leash. She & Dana race around and  then when Bingo comes back home, she goes straight to her bed and goes to sleeeeep. And that's our week.  :-)