Several people have asked how my cousin Beverly is doing following her surgery last week to drain excess fluid from around her brain. Thank you all for your concern. At first they said she would probably be home in a day or two, but then the decision was made to put her into a rehab facility at the hospital for a while.
Terry and I went up to see her again Monday afternoon and she is doing very well. She says that the terrible headache she has been having is much better, and though her blood pressure and blood sugar levels both spiked after the surgery, they seem to be getting those under control. She is still very weak, but optimistic and in a good frame of mind. Hopefully she will be back home with us in a week or two.
Terry really likes traditional Mexican food, but because I’m allergic to onions and don’t care for most vegetables, sometimes it can be a challenge to find a restaurant that has what she wants and something I can eat, too. After we left the hospital when our visit was Beverly was over we decided to try a place called Salsas Mexican Restaurant in a strip shopping center on Nova Road in Port Orange.
We were both very impressed. Terry had a tamale plate with rice and beans, and I had pork carnitas with French fries. Both were excellent, the service was fast and friendly, and the prices were very reasonable. We will definitely go back again.
Yesterday was pretty much a stay-at-home day, catching up on chores and things like that. I did make a quick trip to Coastal Integrative Healthcare for a chiropractic adjustment. Back at home I was surprised to see that yet another person in the war-torn Middle East has come across a fortune in illicit money and they want to send me millions of dollars. This must be about the hundredth person who has wanted to be so generous to me. Those folks in Nigeria and Iraq and places like that sure are nice. Man, if I could just remember my bank account routing number and pin number, I’d be rich!
That’s all right. If I’m going to gamble with my money, I’d much rather do it right here at home. What? Doesn’t every author have a slot machine in his office?
Now if I could just get Miss Terry to walk around in a short skirt and fishnet nylons and bring me drinks every so often, I would never have to go to a casino again!
And in closing, here’s a chuckle to start your day from the collection of funny signs we see in our travels and that our readers share with us. This one came from Phil Presnell, an addition to a similar sign I posted from him a while back. Thanks Phil.
Thought For The Day – Why do we have to use leaves as toilet paper when we go camping, while bears are out there with Charmin?