Tuesday, This Week:
We grow and support each other, helping us grow more.
By Thio Isobel Moss
I’m an odd duck. I like waking up around four in the morning, sometimes earlier. If I’ve gone to bed tired and slept well, this is my most productive time, even when I start slow. As such, it was no problem when my mother informed me at five that she needed a ride to the emergency room.
She’s fine. This isn’t that kind of post. Coo gets migraines regularly and this time, her medication couldn’t handle it.
The emergency room, a nurse informed us, had been very busy a few hours prior, but was nearly empty when we got there. We didn’t have to wait long. I had brought a notebook, and Mom was wearing her eye mask (photosensitivity runs in the family), so we chatted a bit, and I got some work done. Oddly enough, I got a lot of work done.
The last pill she’d taken was working by the time they gave her more medication (a different kind; no interactions to be concerned about). Pretty soon, her pain was down to zero! No one likes to see their mother in pain.
They did a CT scan and we waited for the results—normal. She was discharged and we headed home. It took about four hours, which matches our previous visits. We’re grateful it went so well.
Mom went to bed and, otherwise, had an uneventful day.
I had a meeting with my brother, Oz, to discuss some business/story stuff. We had a great time—every idea seemed to trigger more ideas, and we were in agreement on all of them.
I cannot emphasize enough how rare that is. We love each other, but we are siblings. We fight…and take cheap shots where we find them, but we’re also close. We fight less as adults, but the hurt lasts longer. We’re very alike, except where we differ.
As an aside, I was used to thinking our physical resemblance was slight…until I saw myself with a Snapchat pirate filter and a beard. I am my brother’s Mini-Me. It’s awful.
Anyhoo, this time, we both knew exactly what we wanted to do and where we were headed and everything was smooth as silk. Oz and my sister-in-law, Kendi, have been some of the biggest and most consistent advocates of my writing. After days of feeling a bit blue about things, I left their house practically skipping.
The discussion was pretty light, but we covered marketing, storylines, and the custom AI assistant he’s building me. I had a six-page list of ideas that wowed him. I don’t know what impressed him more—the thought I’d put into it or my faith in his abilities!
I was excited, motivated, and full of ideas. I went to the store and got a few things for Mom, then headed home. Today, I’m putting those ideas into action!
This morning, Mom went out to garden. She’s back to normal, but will be avoiding salt, sweeteners, caffeine—all the good stuff—for the foreseeable future.
Meanwhile, I am taking a moment to appreciate my family. Blind Spot was a gamble for all of us and though it hasn’t become a bestseller, they’re still with me on this adventure. No one knows what tomorrow will bring, but even days that start at the hospital are precious.
Happy belated Mother’s Day!
