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Beep, Beep. Beep, Beep.

12 May

The Gas and Electric company is doing something up the hill from us. In fact, since we live in a valley, they are working up both hills from us.

They start at some ungodly hour – around 6:30 or 7:00 – using what our eldest used to call diggers and pushers. Some folks think they are drilling massive holes to set up the big, single pole towers for the power lines. The “erector set” towers came down over a year ago, and there are already poles in place. I think, but don’t quote me, that they are putting in vaults to bury the lines. But then, why would they have already erected the poles and then come along and bury the lines?

Whatever they are doing is loud. The heavy equipment makes so much noise that I thought The Squire was running the leaf blower outside.  And when the trucks are backing up, the warning claxon is maddening. Beeb, beep. Beep, beep. The truck goes beep, beep, beep.

It is penetrating, and it drives poor Blazer to distraction.


16 Oct

For several weeks, The Squire has been complaining about a pain in his belly. And, for several weeks, I have been telling him to call and make an appointment with the doctor.

This morning, at 0-dark ugly, he slammed into the bedroom to tell me the pain was so bad he needed to go to the ER.

We got there at 6:45, and when I left at 9:30 the only thing they had done was to take his vitals. He called me at 10:30 to say they had drawn blood, and again at 11:15 to say he was in a cubbyhole and had seen a doctor, who had also marveled over his poor CMT feet* and ordered an IV, because he was dehydrated. Last time he got dehydrated, they kept him for four days.

At 2:00 he called to say they had done a sonogram, and were going to take him down for a CAT scan.

In between, I got a call from Eldest Daughter and the Rector’s Warden. We never miss church, and today, of all days, I was scheduled to be chalicist, so this caused a certain amount of consternation.

The Squire called again at 4PM to say he was free to go. When I picked him up he said they had wanted to keep him for IV therapy, but he refused. Gee, thanks, Boss. So, he has two prescriptions, which he can’t fill until tomorrow morning, and he will call the doctor, by gum. And don’t tell me if you get seriously dehydrated; I’m not buying it.

It’s a good thing I love that man, that’s all I can say.

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*This is pretty much SOP. We can’t begin to count the doctors (other than neurologists) who have told us “I studied CMT* in medical school, but I’ve never actually seen a patient.”  This is why we have both donated our bodies to science.

*Charcot-Marie-Tooth is a genetic degenerative demyelination of the peroneal nerves. (And doesn’t that sound impressive?)  As the nerves die, the muscles wither. If you develop it as a child, the bones “warp”, but if it kicks in when you are an adult, the pain is so unbearable that sufferers often have a limb amputated to release the tension of the muscles pulling against the tendons and bones. It was named for the three doctors who first described it: Jean-Martin Charcot, Pierre Marie, and Henry Howard Tooth.