“I don’t remember being this sick.” That’s what Sandra said yesterday as she’s battling come-and-go fevers, headaches, and a bad cough, plus congestion and fluid in her ears. Poor thing! And she’s caring for Quinn who feels JUST FINE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. He is an energetic little boy with opinions.
Yesterday Sandra notified me that Nate’s grandma, Obachan, had a heart attack. She’s in the Good Samaritan hospital ICU in Puyallup, and is hanging on, but hasn’t gained consciousness, at least the last I’ve heard. It doesn’t look good. Apparently she had called 911 herself, and the EMTs were able to triangulate her location. They had to break down the door to get in, as she had collapsed, and performed CPR on her. She is breathing on her own, but isn’t responding to light or pain stimulation. She is well into her nineties, but I’ve always considered her as immortal. Such a funny lady, and oh man could she cook Japanese food!
Nate’s dad will be contacting the Red Cross who then contacts Nate’s Command in order to get word to him.
Here’s a picture of baby Nate with his Obachan:
Which reminds me of this one with baby Quinn:
She’s always been a hoot. Nate and his dad inherited that witty gene from her.
I got flowers yesterday for Valentine’s Day! I also cooked up some Spaghetti Carbonara for dinner—a recipe from the New York Times. It was NUMMY!!!
Update: Obachan passed away today, February 16th.
“Socialism is the fire department saving your house. Capitalism is the insurance company denying your claim.”
