Emergency Room musings

One of my wisterias - it smells like summer wine.

Ended up in the Emergency Room today, despite all my best evasive efforts.  Now, anyone who knows me knows that I consider the Emergency Room a fate worse than death, whether I'm the patient or I am staying with a patient.  The endless, endless waiting . . . never knowing whether combwebs are going to completely encase me before a doctor shows up and does something ...  I will say, though, that all things considered, the ER is better when I am a patient.  I can lie down, close my eyes, and not worry about staying cheerful and upbeat, although considering my situation today, I was quite cheerful anyhow. . . not sure why.

The nice thing is, that actually, it only took about  2 1/2 hours start to finish - okay, possibly nearly 3 - and since I went in around 3pm, I was out by 6pm, instead of sitting, hour after eye-glazing hour until 5am.  The unfortunate part is that some of it actually (I don't like even typing the word!) hurt, but you can't have everything.

If I hadn't forced myself to go into work first, I could have been finished by 1pm and just vegetated for the whole day.

The nicest thing, of course, is that thank God I'm okay and I'm home.  So once again, danks Gott.  I owe you.

Bleeding heart at left and brunnera spikes at right.

When I got home I should have gone to bed, but I had to check out my wisteria and lilacs which were so beautiful they left me breathless.  Or maybe I was breathless because I lugged the garden hose and watering can around watering everything before I went in, fed the cats, and collapsed.  Probably a little bit of both.  To my excited amazement, my brunnera, which I have kept alive out of stubbornness rather, I admit sadly, than out of real afffection, has bloomed!!  It looks rather like a pink hyacinth and is just lovely, especially next to my bleeding heart (the one in my garden, that is!).  Now that the brunnera has shown me what lovely flowers it can produce, of course, I will labor to protect it; I hope it can survive my TLC!