As many of you already know, I missed QuiltCon. My heart said "no" to that idea, and told me to go to St. Vincent's Hospital, where I landed in the cath lab with an angiogram and a stent to open a blockage in my left anterior descending artery. Just six days before the big Five-Oh. Perfect!
There were needles, vials, plastic tubes, wires, IV bags, barf bags, plastic urinal jugs, pills, a bed that was way to small, and a machine that would start beeping every time I tried to roll into more comfortable position and crimped the tube. Not a happy camper.
|When I look at this picture today, I think, "Oh, the poor night nurse!"|
She was surprised when I told her what I did, and why all those people knew me. By the end of the day, more than five hundred replies streamed in from all around the world, just on that one post. What great medicine that was! I'm home now, recovering and following doctors' orders. Last year everyone was talking about the 1970s quilts. This year they were talking about why I wasn't there. Talk about giving them something to talk about!