Hi All. Friday is a day Petra will most likely never forget. I know I won't. It's also one she will never remember. Petra's day started out as it normally does. She was trying to get dressed while at the same time get her daughter up, which is no small task. At 08:00 she took her daughter to school and was back home by 08:20.

I gave her the first pill at 08:45. It didn't take very long for the pill to take an affect. I gave her a second pill around 09:30 as I could see she was still somewhat apprehensive about getting the MRI done. It was about this time that things started getting funny. She kept asking me if gave her the second pill and I kept telling her I had.

It was fun trying to get her into the car, as I had to hold her up and unlock the door at the same. I finely accomplished this by pushing her against the car then lean against her and unlocked the door. When she went to get into the vehicle she tried to put both feet in at the same time. I had to turn her around and have her sit down, then put her feet in. I got her seated then hooked up the seat belt. So far, so good.

I got her to the hospital with time to spare. Getting her in was the fun part. She couldn't walk a straight line her life depended on it. Fortunately the walkway was wide enough to drive a tank up. However it still required some effort to keep her going in the right direction.

I gave the paperwork to the people who would take care her. Petra asked me what I did with the paper work. I told her I gave it to the receptionist. She said "Thank You". About 2 minutes later she asked me again what did I do with the paper work. I told her the paper work was being taken care off.

She then told me she wanted to smoke a cigarette. She had me walk her down the end of the hall the exit. Fortunately the hallway was large enough that we didn't hit the walls as we walk down it. When she finished I took her back inside. As we were walking back to the x-ray room she advised me she had to go to bathroom. I then started thinking to myself as to how I was going to accomplish this. We found the bathroom and luckily no one was in there. I pointed her in the direction she need to go and then waited out side the door. To the best of my knowledge everything work out okay.

They told me they were ready for her and that I could take her out to the trailer where they had the MRI machine. I had them take her up on the lift as there was not way she would ever make it the stairs. I don't think she even saw them. I got her seated in a chair and took off her shoes. They asked her some questions and she gave them the answers they need to know before starting.

They're were no problems with her while taking the MRI although the technician had to keep telling her to stay awake. It didn't do any good. She slept through most of it, if not all of it

The whole procedure took about 50 minutes. We took her back down the lift and then to my vehicle. She was quiet all the way home, which is unusual for her.

Getting her into the house was no easy task. I had to half carry her and also had to tell her where to put her feet. When I got her to her bed I turned her around an told her to sit down. A lot of good that did. She just fell backwards across the bed. I took off her shoes lifted her feet up any rolled her into the bed then covered her up. I spent the test of the afternoon waking her up to give her some water to drink. The water was supposed to quicken the dilution of the medication that I had to give her.

At one point she told me she had to go to bathroom. I thought to myself this was going to be tricky. She could hardly stand up let alone walk. I got her steered towards the bathroom and got her in the right position I told her to pull down her sweat pants and when she was finished to call me. When she started I went out and waited by the door. When she called me I hoped that she was; uh well you know what I mean. She was. I got her back to her bed. This procedure continued until about 7:30PM. It was at this time that I got her to eat something that she knew what she was eating. I know she didn't remember eating the scrambled eggs. She would stop chewing and I would have to tell her to start chewing again and then swallow. During this and a few other times I would talk to her and would try to get her to talk to me. All she would do was growl. You know like grrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Have never been able to figure out what that meant.

She got up for a little bit, but then went back to bed. For the most part I left her alone the rest of the night, but would check in on her from time to time to make sure she was all right. A couple of times she was awake, but still not really awake. From time to time she would talk to me, but then would start growling again. Thinking back now this was probably the first time I have really seen her as a normal person. This is the lady that got her fingers stuck together with crazy glue while trying to glue on some false fingernails. Then again there was the time she sprayed herself with room deodorant thinking it was a new cologne that smelled like the ocean, and better yet when she used some tanning cream and had a small problem. She got too much between her fingers and then appealed for help. It came from a strange place, a geophysicist in Colorado told her to get some cream to bleach it out. I can tell you right now that being with this lady is an everyday challenge in that you never know what she is going to do next. The problem she doesn't have to work at it. It comes naturally.

Despite all of this craziness, I can't think of another person I would rather work with. She is an absolute pleasure to be with. With all of the pain she has been through this past year she is still able to laugh and put the welfare of others before herself. Take Care…Don in creepy town.