Mixed household

Continuing from the last blog, I headed back over to have the overnight shift with my sister, to round out the doctor's orders for 24 hour "supervision" by a responsible adult.  I'm pretending to fulfil that role!  

I arrived sometime in the second set of the NCAA semi-finals volleyball match.  In case anybody didn't hear, Nebraska has become a big Volleyball state, breaking the record in August for the biggest spectator crowd at a women's sporting event in recorded history.  They packed our football stadium.

Sis and I finished listening to radio coverage of the Husker women (they won), then I went to bed before she did.  I also rise before she does.  It has always been so, since we were kids sharing a room.  Why is it that night owls and morning larks land in the same nest?

Friday's follow up appointment was not until 9, but my body decided that 5:30 was a good time to get up.  Sis had told me not to worry about lights on or sounds.  She doesn't wear her hearing aids to bed.  I'm not sure when she actually retired to her own room.  I know there were lights on in the main part of the house as I fell asleep.  

I managed to navigate mostly by night lights to get dressed and go through my morning routine.  Her kitties followed me around, but didn't start getting vocal until Sis got up and started moving about, too.

It was foggy and warm enough that what precipitation we got was in the form of rain and light fog.  We made it safely to her post surgery eye appointment, and she tested out with OK eye pressures (she doesn't have the glaucoma that I do).  She read the eye chart perfectly. This was her good eye before, too, nearly 20/20 to begin with, except of course for the cataract.  On the way home, Sis observed after the fact that she now sees better without her glasses than with them.

We took the scenic route to and from her eye doctor's office, and nearly got lost on the way there, because Sis had only her near-vision eye unmasked, and could not contribute to "where we are and where we're going."  We were doing what older ladies who grew up together do:  noting who USED TO live in this house or that, etc.  We remind ourselves of our mom and grandmothers and aunties!  

Once Sis was safely ensconced back in her own home and a few last bend over tasks done by me so she won't be tempted to break her aftercare orders, I came home to find The Prisoner waiting to be pampered, as he should be.  He demanded some lap purring time and I fed him canned food, even though I fed him some Thursday as well.

The photo at the top is my sisters cat, Ginger.  The one on the bed here is her other kitty, Spice.  They were littermates, I believe, but in any case were adopted together.  The amazing thing is that Spice is hyperthyroid, which is controlled by medication... she looks so healthy now, and both of them were very vocal, attentive, and confused by a day when THREE people who usually feed them were present at once!

In the end, I was exhausted at the end of all this and came home to a two hour nap.  I await news of the other patient in the family.

Life is good, and it is precious.  Keep Sparking.  And breathing.