The boss's hubby

My boss, Linda, called yesterday morning. She was scheduled to be at the VA all day with her husband's appointments. When I saw her number on my phone, I picked up with, "Hey, you're not supposed to be thinking about work today."

"Well," she said, "we're being admitted."

Obviously Vince was being admitted, "But it feels like us." I don't have permission to disclose what he was going through, but his chest pain was not from a recurrence of pneumonia. So Linda was a bit put out, especially since she had tried to get VA to see him a week ago.

My hubby came to the office at 4:00 because we had a flu shot clinic (regular seasonal flu, not H1N1 yet). Afterwards, we trondled off to the VA campus. What an adventure. First I had to unload the wheelchair and leave Mike at the front door while I figured out parking. Then there was no information desk open, so we had to ask at Emergency where to find Vince.

[side story: Vince last name: Richard. Mike last name: Ramsby. So as we are leaving the E-room, who are the calling next? Richard Ramsey. I kid you not.]

They are very concerned about the flu up there. Signs, "Restricted Access. No visitors under 15." Surgical masks available. Hand sanitizer every other step. The wing we were going to had three doors, and it seems like each were labeled, "Restricted, use other door." Anyway, we finally found them, he's looking good. He's an active 80 year old, by the way. Mike and I left in time to still use the carpool lane on I-5 north (hey, that can be a whole blog). Went to Olive Garden for dinner, then home in time for NCIS.

Anyway, think happy thoughts for Linda and Vince. Linda can always use any "calm Karma" you send her way -- ooh, another future blog!