MARCH 4th

Tonight was the ONLY night I had that did not involve baseball. So, I planned to go to Tortilla Flats on the Lake for Taco Tuesday. We got there around 5:45 tonight and bought our taco tickets and sat down in the bar. We began to talk and laugh and all of the sudden everything came to a screaching hault!

My companion, who we will call Fanny in order to save face, began choking. Fanny was crying and after taking a bite of her taco knew that she had swallowed a sharp piece of the shell and it was lodged deep inside her throat. It was stabbing her throat. So, we went into the bathroom (only after the entire bar full of drunk and sober people were staring at us) and she tried to get it out of her throat. It hurt so bad and I sat outside the stall wondering what I should do. Do I drive her to the hospital? Call 911? Make her drink more to get the sharp shell loose? So, I ask her. We decide we need to call 911. So, I make the call and all I have to say about 911 was that in the midst of trying to get them to the restaurant they actually asked me to leave Fanny in the restroom to go the the front of the restaurant to get their actual physical street address! What, am I calling 911 in Utah or something? I told them the restaurant and the cross streets. Obviously it was not enough! Idiots!
Back to my story.

Fanny and I are standing in the restroom and she is panicking while we wait. The waitress comes in to see how we are. I got to thinking about what my night out was going to look like and I proceed to ask the waitress( as Fanny was coughing - like a cat hacking up a fur ball) - to box up our food in a to go box so that I will have something to eat at the hospital. I am no fool. I have spent countless hours at hospitals and I wanted my dollar tacos dang it!

The door swings open, the paramedics storm in (ALL 6 of them - 4 of them are H O T) and they look at Fanny as she swallows the shell and declares that she is fine. Our friend - we will call her Wilma - shows up and calls us to ask where we are. I ask her if she sees the paramedics. I tell her to come into the bathroom as Fanny has just been through a traumatic event!

The moral of the story - If you don't want to be around medical professionals then don't hang out with me! At least the paramedics were cute! :)

We ended up staying and had a great time and laugh. Poor Fanny. She will NEVER live it down!

GARY UPDATE

He had chemo yesterday and feels like crap today. We spent a good part of the day at Dr. Barth's office and will do the same tomorrow. Gary needs to be hydrated and this is a great way to do it. Jana was his nurse and her son Nick plays baseball in the same league as our boys. She was so great with Gary and it was so wonderful having her take care of Gary.
He is alseep now and will hopefully have a better day tomorrow.

Love to all and be very careful - I am talkng to you Steve - when eating a hard taco!

Love,
Lisa