Confessions of a Fugitive Mind
July 19, 2005
Good Grief, Granny
I got a call from my dad at 8 a.m. this morning, which is unusual. He usually waits until at least 10 a.m. when we're both usually available. For a moment, when I saw the caller ID, I was filled with dread. As soon as I heard the cheerful tone of his voice, all those feelings went away. Grandma is fine, back at home, and in fact didn't need to have anything replaced. They now suspect that a low-grade infection and dehydration, combined with the opressive heat and exertion caused her collapse. That means no more picking berries and tending flower beds in the heat of the day for the old lady.
Posted by criminal at July 19, 2005 09:54 AM
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Well, that's very good news. It's nice to hear that relatives are doing well. This summer has been and will continue to be brutal. Best wishes to her!
Posted by: Catherine at July 19, 2005 10:48 AM