Spent a great day at the Grand Canyon..one of MY FAVORITE places. Stayed in the park, saw the sunrise, had breakfast and went back to the park for MORE photos. Leisurely drive back to Prescott, looking for wild lfe (elk and those pigalinas they have there), knitting peacefully away on an afghan for my daughter. (Sort of an cafe au lait color (not my favorite) alpaca wool. Alpaca is French for “sheds a lot”.)
At 10:30 my head started to hurt ( like final labor pains); took all of my rescue drugs and by noon I was in the middle of one very bad headache. I have a doctor here in town (New year’s Eve..go figure how that was going to work). Instead of going to to nearest ER, which had a 14 our wait ( and I had a juice card from a DOCTOR), I went to Prescott Valley.
I waited 6 hours with a solid 10 headache, but even though I wanted to go have some serious teacher talks to the racing-in-the-hallway children. I did not.
And even though my head was exploding, the security guard brought me regular hot towels and put me in a quiet room with all the old cranky old ladies, it wasn’t too bad. The triage nurses were darling and kept checking my BP and once it got up to 200/150, they took me right in. I couldn’t have asked for better care.
It is the 2nd now and besides just being tired, I am fine. Finished all the knitting I brought, so I found a used paperback “Eventually Everyone Will Die”…sort of cheery thirller, don’t cha think?