When my Mom was in her 80's, she got hit with a double whammy of cancer and dementia. But this isn't about those two mercifully short, experiences. No THIS is about what happened to her before the cancer and dementia.
My Mom had the hiccups.
Now, I mean the HICCUPS. The can't-catch-your-breath-happens-every-single-day-for-hours-at-a-time hiccups. The can't-eat-or-talk-or-rest hiccups. The kind that finally make you go to the doctor.
My Mom did not have a mean bone in her body but after having gone through weeks of these hiccups, multiple exams by her regular doctor and finally being referred to a specialist, well she was naturally frustrated and expected some help. So the doctor's "orders" to go home and eat spoonfuls of sugar and come back again in three weeks (seriously)...well as we say around here...that just didn't set too well with my Mom. I understand from a reliable third party that she was so mad that she got her back up and in that voice only an 80+-year-old Southern woman has she said, "Do you think I haven't tried that?"
Suffice it to say...she did not go back to that doctor. Eventually, the hiccups did subside. Diagnoses of the other two problems followed later but in neither case was she unduly concerned.
She was finally rid of the damned hiccups!
For the past week or two, I have run into what most people would consider minor roadblocks to starting a crafts business...or any business for that matter. All probably very normal and requiring only a few phone calls...a little research...a few spoonfuls of sugar...but very frustrating and worrisome to me. The hubs very astutely calls them "hiccups." And my choice now is to let them win...or get my back up.
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