Faithful readers/listeners, please let's forget the "Mary experiment." I will never let someone else blog in my place again. I don't know if Mary will be institutionalized, but she should get back to taking whatever medication she was on.
Speaking of medication, it was at the heart of Mother Crammer's bout with "swine flu." She did not in fact have swine flu, horse flu, cow flu, or whoopty-do of any kind. Turns out that Mother, back when she was diagnosed with impetigo, received a topical solution from the doctor to relieve any flare-ups (I wasn't there for the appointment because I had to take Uncle Neil to meet with his probation officer). The solution is a paste that comes in tube form (just like Crest), and Mother, with her weak vision, had been using it to brush her teeth. I didn't discover this until I was taking care of Mother this last go-round, and she asked me to brush her teeth for her. Lo and behold, I found the impetigo paste where Mother's Crest should have been ("I thought it tasted funny" is all Mother could say)!
As you can imagine, the impetigo did a number on Mother's insides for several days (I thought we might have to replace the toilet, but Mr. Roto-Rooter came to our rescue). All is well with Mother now until her next malady.
The good news is that Joy is back. I look forward to explaining some new knitting techniques to you soon. Right now though, I just need some Joy time.
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