A few weeks ago Dad ended up taking Pauline, our 96 YO friend and neighbor, to the hospital because she was having trouble breathing. She returned yesterday with a flurry of activity. She was transported back to the condo in an ambulance with a nurse escort. Dad was involved in some of whatever was going on. Later on Dad and Brian went to the hot tub because, well hot day and Thursday. No other reason necessary. While they were out I get a call from the front gate to let me know Pauline's oxygen was on its way. My reaction was, Why are you telling meeeeee? However the security guard was insistent. Ok ok. I didn't know Pauline's apartment number. All I knew was she was on the 4th floor. I got my keys, ran out of the apartment, locked the door, got on the elevator, and started a brisk walk (for me) to the hot tub to get Dad. Ah. I didn't make it. I hear voices coming into the parking lot and of course it's the 2 guys with the oxygen equipment.
I ask if they're here for Pauline. They are. I ask if they know the apartment number. They do. And I have a brain fart. The numbering scheme for the condo complex is a bit odd. We have 4 buildings, each numbered..1,2,3 and 4. Well. The apartment unit numbers start with the apartment number. The second number of the unit is the floor and the third number is the apartment number. So. I live in unit 123. This means I'm in building 1 on the 2nd floor in apartment #3. So anyway. When the de.iver guy says she's in apartment 140 (fake number), I say she's not on the first floor!! (Brain fart). The guy says the security guard says its on the 4th floor. My brain auto starts. Oh yeah. Got it. We get to the apartment and a nurse lets us in. Pauline is surprised, but happy, to see me. I explain that Dad and Brian went hot tubbing and Dad will be there soon.
Long story short, I learn all about the oxygen machine and what needs to be done. I admit I was looking longingly at her oxygen machine for those times when I need a little hit! Anyway. Asked a few questions. Got hot and tired of standing and assumed Brian and Dad would be back. And concerned since in my haste I left all TVs on when I ran out of the apartment. I got on the elevator and wondered why it took so long to get to my floor. Oh. I pushed "P". I ended up in the parking level. And you know when the doors opened, Dad and Brian were standing there....surprised to see me! Their expressions were priceless!! Lol lol. I beckoned them in and explained what was going on. Dad went up after got dressed. And. Brian made homemade chicken noodle soup and Dad took Pauline a container. I'll go into more(!) detail another time. But it was a good end to the day!
Earlier in the day I had to do treatment because my venous line clotted Wednesday evening (dialysis angle). We tried again Thursday morning and it was fine. And I felt fine. We decided to take our chances with the offers from the casino. We get mailers every month. This month there is a scratch card for every Thursday and a bottle of Baileys for St Patrick's Day. We both ended up with $5.00 free slot play. And the Mexican restaurant has 2 for 1 meal deal, so we had lunch. I like this Mexican restaurant because they have a fabulous salsa bar. Yum yum yum. I took a fancy to the chipotle salsa, but there were about 10-12 more salsas.
So yesterday was a good day. And it was just another day in Las Vegas. :-)
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