The Post-It Place

I was dragged out of the bed in the wee hours this morning to help my neighbor through the woods. She had her brother this weekend and he is a diabetic awaiting a kidney and pancreas transplant….and he bottomed out on her. So I was the soda queen. You know since I have kids who inhale sugary drinks on a regular basis so they stay all hyped up and get on my every nerve. Anyway, my neighbor…let me tell you about her. She is a little ummm…high strung I guess you could say. So, when stuff like this happens it isn’t really that she panics, it is that she just gets so wound up she is hard to understand. So when she calls me all I hear is blah, blah, blah, diet coke, HURRY! Now, I once worked on an ambulance so I am trying to comprehend what in the heck she wanted…all the while throwing on a pair of sweats. Off I go armed with a flashlight, cause she lives through the woods. We do have a path but one of her grandson’s says wolves live on it, and every time one of us walks it we always think of wolves now…which isn’t a great thought to have in the wee hours by yourself when no one else is even awake to hear you scream bloody murder if it happened. But I made it alive, armed with diet and regular soda…even though she asked for diet, I knew she wanted regular and thank goodness I went prepared for what I knew to be right, cause that is what she needed. His blood sugar came up after awhile, he is now at dialysis and all is well. The neighbor through the woods even got a long awaited for phone call from one of her sons about a job everyone had been praying about for him…he got it. So around here, in the middle of nowhere, we have already had TONS of excitement today and it isn’t even 10 o’clock yet. Sugary Goodness I tell ya!