Yeah, so the deal is no meds...let nature take its course. And for some odd reason, her blood pressure just came up. Bottom # is still low.
So, we're sitting around speculating what is going on (uncle is a doctor, couple nurses in the family), and my nephew - bless him, dude is a rock - grins sheepishly and says, "Well, she probably rallied after I told her the Tigers won Game 3".
My mom is a HUGE sports fan. Decent athlete, used to play from the men's tees to a 5 handicap. Won the local country club championship nine straight years back in the day. Loves golf, baseball and football. The only time I ever remembering her resorting to corporal punishment was the day I didn't wake her up in time to see the start of Tiger-As ALCS (1972). *WHACK* upside the head.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? IT's THE PLAYOFFS!!!"
We talk or email every week, but there were four times a year we spoke every single day: Masters, US Open, Open Championship, and the PGA Championship. The sports bond that a lot of you share with your old man*, I've always had that with my mother.
*(it's stocks and politics with my father and I; sports sometimes, but he just does that because he knows I enjoy it, not really a passion for him)
Yesterday I was out hiking with the family, but during a summit break I caught some cell phone coverage (it's iffy in parts of the Berkshires). Called Mom to see how she was doing. Was excited for Game 2 of the playoffs, and particularly happy it was 4 p.m. start so she could see both that and the Lions on MNF. We talked about how great it was to have Matt Stafford, the QB we have waited for/hoped for over half of a century.
Tell ya what...I don't want that to be the last conversation....but if that was it, I'm pretty content.