We arrived at Pasco Regional Medical Center today to the news that the surgeon had approved Mother’s discharge if the pulmonologist agreed. So we waited for the him. And waited for him. And waited for him. The room was almost too small for the four of us when she was the only patient there but when they moved another patient and her two visitors in it was really too small. We took turns hanging out in her room and hanging out in the waiting room down the hall. It was a long nine hours that we waited. Thank heavens for the pile of books that the volunteer brought on the day of surgery. Mother wasn’t interested in reading but the rest of us were grateful for the books.  Finally when the doc still hadn’t shown at nine-thirty at night Mother agreed to stay the night if we were willing to go home.
What a treat to pause for a BBQ lunch with the locals at Pearl Country Store and Barbecue on US-441 in Micanopy, Florida. It’s a taste of the Florida we remeber from our youth.
By deliberate choice we were in Medina for all the winter holiday festivities from Candlelight Walk in the days before Thanksgiving through A Christmas Carol and A Celtic Christmas as well as an Alex Bevan Concert and a historic house tour all the way through Medina’s 31st Ice Festival but perhaps the highlight was the town hosting hundreds of folks whose homes and lives were devasted by Hurricane Helene at the A Promise of Christmas Event the middle of January. It’s an honor to be a part of this amazing community!
The warmth we anticipated when we headed to the Caribbean in mid-January didn’t really materialize but the fun we had with our dancing friends and the great crew of the Margaritaville at Sea Islander more than made up for the not so favorable weather.
We arrived at Pasco Regional Medical Center today to the news that the surgeon had approved Mother’s discharge if the pulmonologist agreed. So we waited for the him. And waited for him. And waited for him. The room was almost too small for the four of us when she was the only patient there but when they moved another patient and her two visitors in it was really too small. We took turns hanging out in her room and hanging out in the waiting room down the hall. It was a long nine hours that we waited. Thank heavens for the pile of books that the volunteer brought on the day of surgery. Mother wasn’t interested in reading but the rest of us were grateful for the books.  Finally when the doc still hadn’t shown at nine-thirty at night Mother agreed to stay the night if we were willing to go home.
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