is alive, and in a lot of pain. It's triple digits there, which exacerbates her problems, and... oh for the want of a magic wand.
Pat, her husband is working from 4am to 11p, because some jackass decided to cut off an armored truck in town, and to avoid trampling said jackass, the truck flipped. Pat was out of town on another truck, but down one truck and the same amount of orders means more work for him. Oh joy.
May's in schedule for the MRI pretty soon, and I hope it'll show something minor, like a pinched nerve or something, buuut.... and they're worried about money. So, y'know, send good tidings, well wishes, and the like. They would be appreciated!