I've been diagnosed with gallstones. I see a surgeon Thursday and that appointment can't get here soon enough as far as I'm concerned. I am having some minor attacks, which are very unpleasant, but nothing as bad as the first big attack that, at the time, makes you wish you were dead.
My aunt fell and broke her hip. The day after her surgery, she suffered a heart attack and was admitted to ICU. She is now out of ICU, thankfully.
My uncle, her husband, passed away the day after her heart attack. He had been hospitalized, in a different hospital, and his death came more quickly than the doctors predicted. My aunt has some dementia and she has not yet been told that my uncle is no longer with us. I expect she will be told tomorrow. They wanted to give her some recovery time before breaking the news. The funeral is Friday. They had been married 60 years. It breaks my heart that they didn't get the opportunity to talk one last time and I'm not sure if she'll be able to attend his funeral. So very sad.
My husband was laid-off from his job. This totally blind-sided us. Normally, you hear rumors that lay-offs are coming which gives a person some preparation, but this time -- nothing. So far, no luck in finding another position. Not even any good prospects.
I am coming down to a deadline on submitting my application for a fall craft show; a really, really, good show -- it took me three years just to get an application. My camera's broken, so I borrowed my daughter's and took lots of pictures, none of which turned out. The second time went more smoothly, but the quality isn't up to standard. I'd keep trying, but I'm not feeling well. Thought I'd enclose a note with my application explaining about the camera and offering to re-submit pictures.
I got the pictures downloaded to my computer and was ready to print them. But I couldn't, because when I turned on the printer, it died. Sigh.
Here's a picture of a couple of bags I managed to make this week.