DEEP IN my purse!!!

     My title of this blog, DEEP IN my purse, is written how I said it! You would have had to be there, and experience the day, to feel my DEEP IN reply.
     After eight hours in the ER with my mother, pulled into the Walgreens pharmacy window, I told her, " It would be nice to see, the sun is so bright." She weakly spoke, "Where are your sunglasses?"
and that is where this blog title came from!! I had no strength left to go digging in my purse to find my glasses. We both burst out laughing, understanding the metaphor. DEEP IN my purse, could mean so many things. We had a rough day, and were hysterical. That is when we saw BIG DADDY pull up beside us to get his pills, we lost it again. Screaming laughing, the pharmacist, has been at the window for some time, I could not speak. Finally I explained our situation, hoping that mom's meds could be quick to get. He knew we may be nuts, so told us they would be ready in 15 minutes. We hollered, Thank You Jesus, and laughed some more. I truly did not think I could take mom home, and come back to get the drugs, without buying drugs off the street for myself. We were spent, and reckless!! Thank God my girl, Emma was with us, at every juncture.
        Now to clarify things????
Fish Camps, Dixie Motels, Drive Through liquor stores, and draped moss drooping from every tree, I must have been home.
    Each year our high school, has a luncheon, and I had never been. Mom went to my high school also, Andrew Jackson High School, until they change the name some day!!. so I was going to bring us both, and maybe Emma, I like to show her off!! and really she likes to supervise us!! So bossy!!
   When that Saturday morning rolled around, and mom needed to go to the Emergency Room, for diverticulitis. We were there to assist. The luncheon was put on hold. We were sad, but I told her, at least we have cute clothes for next year. Little did we know, how long Saturday would drag on at the hospital. We were sweet for a spell, and anxious for a few. I had many texts going on, from my brothers and dad. Many times Emma would remind me to be quiet, we were in a hospital. I am convinced, my Blackman family, are the funniest people in the world. AND... we laugh through chaos of any kind. I sent photos, and blow by blow details, of everything going on, sharing is caring!!! They were just happy I was down from Atlanta, to take over for a few. I can not even explain how long and loud we laughed, while mom had her Fentanyl ( I did have a lengthy conversation with nurse, about Prince, and was this the drug that took him out!) ( he explained in depth the micro something, something and they knew what they were doing, blah blah!) When I explained to my brother, mom was cured in less then 60 seconds, with Prince Drugs, he sang Purple Rain!!! This is what makes me love him!! Also I had gone around the hospital taking pictures, lovely new hospital, wonderful artwork, and the bathroom was to die for!! I was telling Benjie, and he hollered, he was there recently and took a photo of the bathroom also. We are funny people!! We pay attention to details, and there is a story behind every corner. If not, we will make one up!!
   Mom had her cat scan, and weekend staff was a little lacking, but having worked in a hospital, I forgive quickly. The blood pressure cuff was off 45 minutes, and I finally had to ask them, at the desk, if they were aware that my mom was not hooked up to any monitor for a long time?? By then I had unhooked the entire system and she had flat lined for over 30 minutes. I just needed a tad of attention, we wanted to go home. ( This is not a trauma ER, they were not busy) Then the sweet nurse came in to hang a bag of antibiotics, and decided to tell us her life story for another hour. I thanked her when she left, for sharing her entire life. Mom and I again began to laugh hysterically, she needed us to listen!!! We attract people to talk MOM!! God Bless this young nurse with two children under two, and a husband that is never home!! God Bless her, geez!!!!
    All that matters is mom is OK, we were there to take care of her and I have endless stories to tell. ( I left out the one about wanting to take a photo of her little tiny breast!!) ( she put her foot down!) ( My brothers needed to see this little raisin)( she is so cute) ( she is so proper)
    We made it home, Emma and I left after seeing them on Sunday. Mom and Dad are really very good, for their age. I feel so lucky to have them here, and so lucky they are my parents. They have always let us kids, be able to say anything to them, and be ourselves.
     And for teaching us that laughter will help you get through the hard stuff, and to write it all down.
  Even hopped up on Prince Juice, Mom would say, " This could be a blog Bonnie, write it down!!"
  I did, mom.