Upstairs refrigerator, works most of the time.
One day I will have to tell you about the renovation from hell in detail. I am not ready to relive that nightmare yet.
My mom is not sleeping well because of the virus. She worries. She is 86 so she has reason to worry when they say the old folks are the most vulnerable.
Today is the ladies lunch club monthly lunch. The ladies are mostly old. This lunch is at ChiCanes my favorite restaurant in her town. And it is at the nice hotel where all the golfers stay. This week all the race fans will be staying there.
And mom is afraid to go. And so is her friend. And I have to agree with her given the facts. Lots of transient people from all over in the hotel, bar, and restaurant. Last year when we had her health debacle--cancer and the bumps--I learned about the Florida medical community. And it was not pretty.
You do not want to get sick in Florida. There are no doctors and the very few they have cannot get jobs anywhere else. The PA's run the health system. Specialist are few and nowhere near where she lives. And how will I get her home if she is sick, her oncologist does not want her to fl;y healthy and no one wants a sick person on the plane. What a damn mess.
So I told her to stay home. And if everyone's hope that warm weather may have a positive effect on this thing she is in the best place, sunny Florida.
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