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Um...
These days I'm used to having to take a deep breath before answering "OK" to a question like "How are you?" When it takes me 20 minutes, I think the answer is "clearly not OK." I'm not sure what it was, last night. Scared, probably.
I'd just gotten home from a good training session, hanging Colleen's IV. Which is OK -- I'm pleased with my progress. But there are so damned many things that can go wrong that I don't know how to handle that it still scares me.
Then my brother called to tell me that Mom had a minor stroke Wednesday evening. Eeep! He hastened to tell me that she's fine; there was little noticable damage and she's recovering quickly, but still... Stroke scares me more than anything else.
I think I'm OK now...
But I'll still need to pause before I say so.
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