If it isn’t one thing …

MRI was clean, but Nora’s headaches are debilitating. Her PA arranged an appointment with a neurologist today in Beaufort, a headache specialist. Had to wheel her in. Pain was/is intense. She cannot walk unaided.

Doc said the “tremors” were actually muscle spasms and the extreme headache (which begins at the back of her thighs, moves up her spine, gets to her shoulder blades, then it feels like the top of her head is going to explode) may be caused by ultra-extreme tension. She now has pain pills, muscle relaxant pills, sleeping pills and a walker. Nora hates pills.

In one respect, this new development  causes life on The Ridge to be, sort of, put on hold. Nora’s sister Kathryn spent a few days with us this week and was a great help. The flower garden on the creek side of the house has expanded and promises to kick next spring into high gear. This fall we plan to celebrate with a Margareta when Nora’s limes (tree compliments of “Florida son” Aaron) when they ripen.

High tide now. Boyd Creek never loses it’s beauty or peace (until our neighbor’s dog and Tybee start arguing with each other).

Keep those cards and letters and texts coming. A long day. The adventure continues.

THE FULLNESS OF AUGUST
High weeds on these country road crossings are
dangerous. Can’t see a damn thing either way.
 Cardinal flower,  spider lily groundnut, water hemlock
seashore mallow,  pickerelweed, queen
anne’s lace who the hell knows not me botanically
ignorant and clueless about so many other things.

But August, Augustus, is an emperor month so I will
play emperor and mow down the offending botanicals..

Paul