Part 1: This week is Spring Break and I was planning on doing springy breaky things, like wandering around Kentucky and taking advantage of the hospitality of nice people who are willing to take in a family of three, one of whom is always pointing her annoying camera at something or somebody, my daughter Brittney.

Our first stop was my daughter and son-in-law's place. Our plans were to make the best of the state of Kentucky.  I think all was going well and then 'boom' Tyler starts to feel bad, and then develops a nasty cough. Within 24 hours we were making the decision to travel back to Columbus with Tyler and leave Lexi behind with her cousin Brayden and his mommy and daddy.  Of course, Aunt Britt and Uncle Mike did not throw up the arms and express huge disappointment when I said I couldn't stay all week.  That’s all I’m saying.

Tyler and I spent today all wrapped up in blankets and watching movies. Both of us feeling sick now.  How does this happen...my vacation spent as a sick Nana taking care of sick grandkids.

Part 2: More to come at the end of the week, should we survive the Myers Infirmary in Dublin, OH.

The good old days...

For years we would travel to my grandma's house on the weekends.

We would spend the whole weekend there and spend hours playing with our friends in the little town of Murray City.  It was a great little place, formerly a booming mining town, and full of the fun.  I remember walking down to the local drugstore where we could shop for lots of penny candy and catch a Root beer float at the soda fountain bar.

We would always have to walk up to the gas station and get the newspaper that was left on hold for Dad.  While we were there, we would spend the quarter that we were given to get a bottled coke out of the coca cola ice chest.  It even had the built in cap bottle opener where the caps would fall down inside.  It was right across from the local funeral home which was right next to the local 'all grades' school.  We would head over to the playground and play, drink our soda and then drop the bottle back off so we could get our 5 cent refund for returning the glass coke bottle.  I preferred Orange Crush .

The school would host fun events where you could go and do fun things from room to room.  You would pay an entrance fee and then it was craziness as we went from room to room.  One year, it was a halloween night and they did it up as a haunted house.  Then is was a carnival night and the favorite room was the gym where we were allowed to pay to go in and dance.  They had the lights down low and dance lights flashing.  The music was so loud you couldn't even hear yourself talking.  It wasn't long after I got married they closed the school down.  Such great memories.

I remember a homemade basketball court that we played at just across the street from our house.  Many times the neighborhood kids would meet up to throw some hoops down and playing H O R S E was the game of the summertime. Those were the middle school years, when we couldn't go to movies and do all the fancy activities that our children  enjoy.

It was a true Andy Griffith type of town.  Everyone knew each other and the neighborhood was one big happily family.

http://www.ohgen.net/ohathens/murraycity.htm

Laundry

Weekends always bring lots of work for the Myers household.  With 6 people two of which are children, the laundry just piles up.  The towels alone seem to swallow us up and become a big black hole that keeps sucking more and more clothing into the big monster that lives there.

So have a great day, a great weekend and lots of fun doing the laundry!

Life is sometimes backwards...

Last Thursday, February 25th, my hubby started feeling bad.  Of course, being the man that he is, he tells me around 10 PM. It was evident that Bryant would need to go to the hospital as his pulse was pounding 90 miles a minute and very irratic and irregular in rhythm.

We arrive at the hospital and within minutes he was on heart machines, IV's and anti-arrythmia medicine.
Heart rate was up at 200 beats a minute and blood pressure was off the charts. He is immediately diagnosed with Atrial Fibrillation (A Fib).  Simply meaning, his heart is out of rhythm.  The top part of the heart (atriums) were not doing the squeezing of the hearts blood into the lower chambers.  The were quivering verses contracting.

Today is the 7th day of being in A Fib.  Bryant is on restricted activity and is struggling with boredom, sitting at home all day.

The coumadin is not doing its job and now they have increased the dosage.  So, here we are in the hurry up and wait syndrome.

Now all the roles are reversed. I am shoveling the snow and driving everywhere while Bryant is doing dishes and folding clothes.  I am not reading at my leisure, or facebooking and blogging. Go Figure.  In a blink of an eye and you are moving backwards.