For as much as I love Austin and enjoy going to the downtown neighborhood where I lived for 20 years, my trip there yesterday was anxiety ridden. My friend from those years had routine outpatient surgery... at least it began as routine. I met her at the clinic at 7 AM and by 10 we were having breakfast in a neighborhood cafe. I stayed with her until about 2 PM and felt, as did she, that everything was fine. I talked to her at 3:30 when I got home; still okay. Knowing she was going to take a nap I didn't call back until 7 PM when I discovered she had some complications. She contacted her doctor who wanted her to go to the hospital. I called my ex-husband who still lives next door to her & he took her to the emergency room. (Bless his heart.) She was to spend the night, receive a transfusion & blood platelets and hopefully will be fixed.
The G-man & I are so thankful for the good health that we have and that we have each other. It is not like my friend who has no one close who lives in Austin. She has 4 or 5 brothers & sisters and a myriad of nieces & nephews, but no one she can call on for help. She is in a precarious position and one which I am unlikely to be able to assist. What happens to folks when they have no one to help them either by choice or circumstance? It seems to me that she needs a plan, but I know that she has not one.
I hope this will be a lesson learned... develop a plan. Make that plan flexible. Living in a big city has definite advantages... there are taxis to call for transportation, hospitals nearby, family doctors and specialists available. I always thought I had a plan for city life, but small town life is different. The logistics are more difficult. We think we have a plan, but one never knows what twists and turns life may take. The best laid plans may not be enough or the right plan.



