I have had a ton of stuff going on in the last few weeks. A new doctor, oxygen and new medications. I think I am doing great for a 61 year old that smoked too much, drank too much and had way way too much fun. So I am here in Mississippi and I needed a new doctor. The new doctor wanted new tests and oops, I am not getting enough oxygen. Oh, and one more thing the cholesteral is way too high.
I told her I am opposed to taking medications. She was fine with that and wrote me a prescription for fish oil for my cholesteral. She ordered a monitor to check my oxygen levels at night and I was way too low. She then ordered oxygen at night and a sleep study. The sleep study requires another new doctor. Yikes! Scarey stuff.
And here is how my wondrous life goes, my sponsor Wendy called me. We chatted about nothing really but I got out of myself. I have trouble calling because I never can figure out the the first few words when I am, well to be honest, scared. People don't live without oxygen. My mom died from lung cancer and on and on the fears swirled. Wendy helped me find something else to do and she didn't even know it. I looked for and ordered CD's by Holly Martin and Poor Boy Rice. It takes me forever to do that kind of stuff.
Oh the title of this blog? I did laundry after the oxygen came the other day. When I was hanging clothes up there was the coat hanger with the safety pins on it. It was my mom's. Mom always wore skirts and always pinned them to a hanger with safety pins. This treasure was my unexpected inheritance. After mom died I was given a bunch of her old clothes to take to the Goodwill. Somehow this lone coat hanger with the pins got left behind in my closet. It seems just when I need a Mother's touch there is her coat hanger. The safety pins were no doubt pinned to her blouse like a medal before they were pinned to this old hanger. I can still see her removing the pins from her blouse and lovingly pinning her skirt to the hanger. And now that old hanger lovingly embraces me.