Toad in the Hole

February 18, 2007

I Spent a Week in Miami and All I Saw Was the ER

Just to let you know:

My sister is still alive.

Recent adventures have included the lot of us stealing her from an Orlando hospital ICU;

Mr.Toad's Wild Ambulance Ride through a classic Florida frogstrangler rainstorm to Miami;

four-count'em-four days in the Jackson Memorial Hospital emergency room;

very few birds, all things considered; at least one good Cuban sandwich;

a three-sister simultaneous angry meltdown ending with a group hug and vows of Solidarity Forever right there in the ward corridor;

several varieties of mildew probably heretofore unknown to science; l

ots of panhandlers -- none quite up to Berkeley standards, though;

a whole lot of eye candy dressed in scrubs; one official piece of paper that outraged even jaded old me;

a new fashion suggestion: eyeballs the color of blood with pale blue irises and lots of purple shadow around them;

sins against the Fifth Commandment including fighting, anger, hatred, revenge, drunkenness, and bad example.


Several more tests before she's officially on the transplant list. I'm back in Orlando regrouping at my brother's family's place. Film at 11. Crusade to follow.

Posted at February 18, 2007 07:01 PM

Comments

Thanks for the update, Ron; I've been checking back regularly, hoping for an update, and hoping even more for a positive update. (but I uncrossed my fingers, because one simply cannot roll croissants with crossed fingers.)

Posted by: narya at February 18, 2007 07:51 PM


Fingers crossed here at Thistle's house.

Posted by: Chris Clarke at February 18, 2007 09:42 PM


((((((( ron )))))) and your whole family. holy shit, i'm not sure anyone needs this much adventure. glad your sister is alive, and hope that things improve and she makes the transplant list.

Posted by: kathy a at February 18, 2007 10:37 PM


Oh, good gad. Well. At least there's eye candy in scrubs. After all, you're in Miami for goodness' sake. I'm sure all the scrubs are Versace.

Big, suffocating hugs to you and yours. And lots more hopeful thoughts.

Posted by: Sara at February 19, 2007 02:20 AM


Oh, Ron, hugs. I like your fashion statement suggestion.

I thought of you and Mr. Toad when three emperor geese were reported from Cosumnes on Thursday. They haven't been seen since, to my knowledge. And I thought of you a lot yesterday as I was digging ditches and being mindful of tree roots.

Holding you all in my thoughts and in the almond blossom...

Posted by: Pica at February 19, 2007 03:56 PM


Thanks for the post, I wondered how you were doing. Families in times of crisis. . .

Hopefully, you'll get to have some fun and relaxation before heading home. And you'll come home knowing you've done all you can for your sister.

Posted by: Sally at February 21, 2007 04:00 AM