So much has been going on...and I am so depressed. I'd taken a trip over to College Farms to pick up four gallons of strawberries. Some to eat, some to put in the freezer and some to give away. I was just driving along and suddenly burst into tears. I was wondering if there was bread at home. Now, how crazy is that? A stop at a store would fix the dilemma. No big deal. But, the tears flowed. Next doctor visit I mentioned it to our family doctor and she prescribed an anti-depressant. Well, whatever it takes. Crying over bread is pathetic, but the root cause lies hidden deep inside me, digging at my spirit. I've tried very hard to be upbeat, to deal with each new phase but it's just bigger than me.
Three weeks later I am sitting at my sewing machine upstairs making a quick project for son Michael. He was there directing me (after all it was a hatch cover for his boat and something totally unfamiliar to me) and we heard a huge thump. Both of us ran downstairs as fast as we could go. We found Elbert, sitting on the floor, leaning up against the kitchen cabinets. There was a gash in the back of his head and a skinned place on one elbow. Michael and I both tried to get him out of the floor and finally got him into a chair but his eyes were vacant, he was convulsing some and trying to vomit. I called 911. In a distant fog I heard the sirens coming.
Elbert was loaded into the ambulance and we headed to the ER. All the tests came back negative so at midnight we headed back home. What caused those symptoms? Why didn't they find something to justify his collapse? Now, I am left to wonder when it will happen again.
A week later when we go to get the staples out of that nasty gash our doctor says the drop in the blood pressure was probably caused by the dosage of aminodrone that he takes for his atrial fib. He has to have that so what do I do now? Gee, no wonder I get depressed!!
then volunteer firefighters filling the kitchen. Soon the EMTs got here. People had gathered on the front lawn to see what was happening.