Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Catching Up on the News
It's that time of year when there are too many things going on. Oh wait, that seems like like every day. But here is the current crop:
Three weeks ago I was in Colorado skiing. Two weeks ago I was in Reno on business. Last week I was in Oklahoma -- you probably figured out I wouldn't be going there if it wasn't business. This week is another of those 18-hours-a-day-for-3-days trade shows.
We met with the builder and the architect. The builder gave us a much higher number than we expected, so we got to wondering just what kind of house we could buy for that much money. I checked out some new houses, and quickly realized I do not like the treeless new neighborhoods. So I started driving around some nearby neighborhoods with lots of trees, and found some houses I liked the looks of. We can't see them until Thursday night, due to this week's trade show. If one of the houses happens to suit us to a tee, then we will have to decide if it's worth giving up our view of the bay. In all honesty, I think the thing that is really driving me right now is the thought of moving TWICE: moving out while they remodel, and back in when they're done.
The Professor made it back from the Maldives, finally. The American ambassador to Sri Lanka gave him a one-year passport so he could change airports in London and get home. On Saturday night we were having dinner before the ballet, when he commented that he felt light-headed, and he thought if he stood up he might faint. Then he proceeded to close his eyes and drop his head on his chest. I thought he was joking at first, but became really worried when he didn't respond. When I couldn't rouse him, I just stood up and hollered "HELP!!!" Now this is a pretty formal, fancy place, but they took it in stride, and within seconds a doctor came over. He performed the Heimlich manuever, thinking Prof had choked. Then he and the head waiter were trying to lift Prof out of his chair so they could lay him on the floor, when Prof opened his eyes. He wasn't the least bit confused or disoriented, but he had no memory at all of the minute or two he was out. Small stroke? Mild heart attack? Arrythmia? I will probably never know, because do you think he would go to a doctor?! We do have a doctor neighbor -- he specializes in burns, but, hey, he went to medical school, he knows more than we do. I'm hoping the Professor will discuss the incident with him. I have fainted more than once, myself, but always because I got extremely overheated, and always while standing. Going out when you're sitting at the dinner table strikes me as a lot more serious.
My grandson D-Man asked last week just how many lives the Professor has, since he was literally DOA after a car wreck when he was a teenager; walked away from a plane crash; and got off the burning boat in the Maldives. That was going through my mind when I was trying to rouse him, how ironic it would be if he escaped all those dramatic possible deaths and then died sitting in a chair.
Hate to end on such a cheerful note, but I have to get down to the trade show. Have a wonderful day, everyone.
Three weeks ago I was in Colorado skiing. Two weeks ago I was in Reno on business. Last week I was in Oklahoma -- you probably figured out I wouldn't be going there if it wasn't business. This week is another of those 18-hours-a-day-for-3-days trade shows.
We met with the builder and the architect. The builder gave us a much higher number than we expected, so we got to wondering just what kind of house we could buy for that much money. I checked out some new houses, and quickly realized I do not like the treeless new neighborhoods. So I started driving around some nearby neighborhoods with lots of trees, and found some houses I liked the looks of. We can't see them until Thursday night, due to this week's trade show. If one of the houses happens to suit us to a tee, then we will have to decide if it's worth giving up our view of the bay. In all honesty, I think the thing that is really driving me right now is the thought of moving TWICE: moving out while they remodel, and back in when they're done.
The Professor made it back from the Maldives, finally. The American ambassador to Sri Lanka gave him a one-year passport so he could change airports in London and get home. On Saturday night we were having dinner before the ballet, when he commented that he felt light-headed, and he thought if he stood up he might faint. Then he proceeded to close his eyes and drop his head on his chest. I thought he was joking at first, but became really worried when he didn't respond. When I couldn't rouse him, I just stood up and hollered "HELP!!!" Now this is a pretty formal, fancy place, but they took it in stride, and within seconds a doctor came over. He performed the Heimlich manuever, thinking Prof had choked. Then he and the head waiter were trying to lift Prof out of his chair so they could lay him on the floor, when Prof opened his eyes. He wasn't the least bit confused or disoriented, but he had no memory at all of the minute or two he was out. Small stroke? Mild heart attack? Arrythmia? I will probably never know, because do you think he would go to a doctor?! We do have a doctor neighbor -- he specializes in burns, but, hey, he went to medical school, he knows more than we do. I'm hoping the Professor will discuss the incident with him. I have fainted more than once, myself, but always because I got extremely overheated, and always while standing. Going out when you're sitting at the dinner table strikes me as a lot more serious.
My grandson D-Man asked last week just how many lives the Professor has, since he was literally DOA after a car wreck when he was a teenager; walked away from a plane crash; and got off the burning boat in the Maldives. That was going through my mind when I was trying to rouse him, how ironic it would be if he escaped all those dramatic possible deaths and then died sitting in a chair.
Hate to end on such a cheerful note, but I have to get down to the trade show. Have a wonderful day, everyone.
3 Comments:
Well, definately not your everyday goings on. How has the Proffessor been since then? I think you have to nag or drag that man to a doctor.
Hell, even my husband said he should go to the doctor...he is as anti-doctor as they get. It took 4 hours of him laying on the floor in severe pain before he would agree to let me take him to the emergency room. But passing out in the middle of dinner is not a normal thing.....make him go get checked out!!
I hope you get the Professor to see a doctor, he sounds as stubborn as my man.
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