After I got sick, and after a a day and a half of “this does not seem to be getting any better,” Mom called my older brother, Bob, who lives about an hour away. Since it was a Sunday and my mom lives in a small town, our idea was he could take me to an urgent care center about 20 miles away. Bob is a veterinarian. As soon as Bob got here he asked if we’d called my younger brother, Don, who lives further away and is an MD. We said not yet. Bob rolled his eyes and called Don. Then Bob and Don did a phone consult and figured out what was wrong ... although Don did say that since I called the vet first, maybe they should just put me down. Fortunately, Bob had not brought supplies for that, and I am on the mend. Thank you, Bob and Don.
While most of my trip has involved me lounging on the couch and my mom forcing me to drink fluids, we have done a couple of things. We got mom a great dress and shoes for my nephew’s/her grandson’s Fall wedding; went out to lunch with a relative I haven’t seen for 20 years; visited with cousins; had Lake Erie perch (always a must), and got to visit in person with Bob and my SIL, Suzie.