A close family member is not doing fabulously well. Complications from a drug treating a chronic illness that leads to other complications and other drugs with side effects that sometimes become complications and lead to tests that lead to more drugs and complications.
I got a call yesterday that she was heading to the hospital for tests, and while everything seems to be not too bad (I’ll take “not too bad”), still, I worry.
And then there’s Thalia. 15 month old Thalia. Who somehow manages to pick up my cell phone when I’m not looking, open it, dial this relative in need of cheerinig up, hit send, and leave a message on her voice mail.
Hi! Hi! Hi!
The relative’s number was not stored in my ten most recent dialed numbers. Her speed dial is not readily accessible. Her name is not the first in my address book.
And yet somehow…