Today my niece Angie took Jerry, the little nieces and myself out to my oldest daughter's new home. It was our first visit there. You can only imagine how tickled I was when she showed me her bedroom and there on the bed was the first quilt I ever made her. It is a Lover's Knot. She also had another of the quilts I made her on the bed but her favorite is still that first quilt. Truth be told my skills were very limited back in that day :). She also had displayed another of the quilts I made her down in the basement. It was something for me to see that first quilt of hers. It has yellowed a bit over time and is very well used. The nice thing is that she uses it as it was intended. To keep her warm. It just made me feel really good with the sweet memories of making that quilt for her. julia
How great for you :-). I, too, have a niece by marriage who has kept the baby quilt I made her when she was born. It was the first quilt I ever made and was nothing more than 10" poly/cotton gingham blocks of different check sizes. It is not much more than rags now -- she is in her late twenties -- and she keeps it in a fabric bag. But that bag is kept on her bed and is moved from apartment to apartment and even comes with her when she returns home for visits. That poor old quilt was used to death and I can't think of a better ending for it :-). CiaoMeow >^;;^<
It has always been a good feeling to know that my children and other family members appreciated how much work and love goes into the quilts that I have made for them. It does have a way of giving me a warm glow. julia
And when you know that at least two quilts were destroyed by cats (two different households) how does one handle that? Carefully to be sure. But the one child involved wants quilt so badly that I've promised him the blue star quilt I am finishing. YES, one of thee quilts. He now is living alone...no cat.
I've had to take a bit of a vacation as I totalled my car in an accident on Wednesday and the air bag did in my face, neck and chest. Even breathing is a chore...don't even talk about coughing. I think I need further medical attention, hubby thinks I should be able to "tough" it out. I am praying one of my children come by (the household where no quilt was destroyed) stop by and takes me back to the emergency room or my primiary doctor very soon. No ray of light so far.
Happy Quilkt>Opps! Missed a letter there... and I even have on the spell checker. >julia
Eek! Take care Rhoda. Hope you get to see a doctor soonest. If *you* don't feel right, you probably aren't. You have the most experience of yourself after all >g< Hope you're soon feeling chipper again. . In message , R. E. Wicker writes
Sorry to hear about your accident. If d?h won't take you to doctor, don't wait for the kids to stop by. Call them and ask for help, or call a taxi and go.
Oh, Rhoda, I'm so sorry to hear about your accident and the problems you're having breathing. At the very least, please call your primary doctor and let him know what you're experiencing. And if need be, put DH on the phone to talk with him/her!
Dear Rhoda, you could have broken bones in your throat, chest and face. Tell DH that he can feel free to "tough" whatever he wants. Call a friend (or taxi) to take you to the ER immediately. Anytime it's a chore to breathe, it's Somebody Important trying to tell you to get yourself to medical help RIGHT NOW.
I'm not trying to be rude. I'm just really concerned.
Thanks for your thoughtfulness. I was taken by Ambulance to the ER and they x-rayed many areas from the scene of the accident, but now the pain has worsen so don't really know what to think. The accident was on Wednesday.
Now tonight I fell down when my office chair responded with a plunge instead of going up....and now my H finally thinks I should have revisited ER. Well, we have to see after this current pain contractions lessen...definitely will have to something tomorrow...even if I am wrong. I think I'll call my Primary Doctor's office and if they have nothing to offer I will tell him (through his nurse...no one gets to talk with the doctor) that I am then going to ER. I Live 30 miles away from medical help. The Clinic in town is not equipped for much.
Hopefully the latest dose of aspirin will kick in and I can get some sleep. Better put my computer to bed first.
Louise is right, Rhoda -- get yourself to your doctor! You say that your car was totaled. You say that the air bag "did in my face, neck and chest. Even breathing is a chore..." You can imagine what the steering wheel and front window would have done to you if the air bag hadn't been there. You probably would not even be around to tell us that breathing is difficult.
In 1972, I was driving my new Ford Galaxy in town, through a quiet little residential area. Next thing I knew, I was on the floor of my car and couldn't find my glasses. I had been hit, broadside by a teenaged boy who already had his driver's license suspended. My new car was also totaled - the impact bent the car frame, and those were the days of big, heavy, all steal cars.
The police said he barreled around a corner and hit me at the intersection. I wouldn't have had a chance to see him coming. He got the ticket, of course.
They asked me if I was hurt. I did a quick check -- no bones sticking out, no blood squirting anywhere, and I could see OK once I found my glasses. They drove us to the police station. I was just 3 blocks away from my Gramma's house, who had been watching my 1 1/2 yr old little boy, so I just walked over there. Those were way before the days of 5-point child restraint seats. I've thanked God ever since that he wasn't in the car with me at the time.
I had a headache, but figured, "No wonder!" and called my husband, who came and picked us up and took us home. It wasn't until a few weeks later that I realized the headache never went away, and I had more aches and pains as time went on. Before the days of MRI's and CAT scans, all we had to rely on were X-rays and the understanding and experience of the doctors.
I had increasing problems with chronic pain, but life goes on. I got through nursing school, had another baby, and worked for 34 years as an RN. But as the years went by, tick-tock, my pain became a monster and I had to quit work. It took Social Security 3 years to accept my application for disability, and since I was in my 50's anyway, they just gave me Medicare, and have counted me as retired and disabled.
I won't even go into the misery my daily life can be -- horrible pain, inability to ambulate, unable to leave my home. A few years ago, I had a series of tests, including an MRI, EMG's, EEG's, etc. It turns out that I had 3 ruptured discs in my back and neck. Spinal stenosis. Osteoarthritis. Degenerative disk disease. Sciatica problems.
I've had several surgeries over the years. Two were experimental, but I was at a point where I was ready to try anything. Unfortunately, they didn't help me.
There's no way of knowing exactly *when* the back injuries occurred, only that they were old injuries, and got worse as I got older. Of course, when I found out exactly what the physical injuries were, I could trace it all back to that accident. The accident in which I said I was "OK," and the police didn't even suggest going to the ER to check me out.
At the very least, back then, they knew about whiplash injuries, and I should have been treated for that.
My life could have been so different if I had received medical treatment that day. I've done the best I could with the hand I was dealt, but I admit that I do feel cheated at times.
Please, please -- go to the hospital's emergency department. You won't be sorry to find out that you're really OK. But you will be very, very sorry if you find out later that you are NOT OK.
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