Saturday, October 27, 1984

Ruth developed an asthmatic, raspy breathing pattern and was drenched with perspiration about 10PM. I sent her to the hospital after notifying her doctor, her niece who's a nurse and has power of attorney, my boss and the day shift woman that relieves me. She was diagnosed as having congestive heart failure. I was correct to be concerned about Ruth's swollen legs and ankles.

I went home, made up my waterbed, turned on the heater and slept like a log. I didn't wake up until 3PM. I still felt very old though.

I woke to a non-working frig/freezer. I cleaned out the frig in the garage that hadn't been used in almost a year, and took all the kitchen frig food to the garage frig. Then I pulled out the frig/freezer. A dead mouse had become wedged between the blades of the fan that cools the compressor coils, preventing the fan from turning. I dislodged the mouse, turned the fan blades and the fan started working again.

I collected my blender, typewriter and all my weekend groceries at Ruth's. I came home, read and went to sleep.