Gel Beds, Cheerleaders and Missing Shoes...

Just a quick update to let you know that Mom is resting at home and recuperating. Most of all she seems to be sleeping. Dad and I have decided that it is either cumulative sleep deprivation or she misses the gel bed that she had at the hospital. Imagine missing a hospital bed! Not many patients say that I'll bet. Her bed was a gel core Versa Bed and had a function that whenever she rolled to one side, or in fact moved in any way you would hear the slight hummm of the mechanics adjusting the mattress to mold around her. This may not be very 'genteel' as my Mother In Law Ann would remind me, but it was somewhat like lying on a big silicone implant. We jokingly called it the giant TaTa mattress (nods to you ML).
Before I get into trouble here I had better put that story to bed. Oh My Gosh! I have morphed into my dad... that was a classic corny pun!

You know, I love cheerleaders. I was one, my daughter was one and one of my nieces was on a National Championship squad. However, I can't say that spending the weekend before we left the hotel with a full house of 6-16 year-olds there for a state competition is my idea of fun. I think they all practiced their routines all night before competition, went through the breakfast buffet like locusts and worst of all confiscated all of the bellman carts the night before. Consequently, when we were ready to check out of the hotel with our 8 pieces of luggage and oxygen machines, wheelchair,etc... no cart! It was a good thing we were on first name basis with everyone at this point as the bellman came up and locked the elevator on our floor and one of us guarded it to keep all of the 'cheer people' out.. then he hand carried luggage, to the elevator and everyone except for me got on and went down to our awaiting taxi. Now looking back on the next event, it is funny.. but at the time... not so much! I was performing the "last check" of the hotel rooms. You know the drill; closets, check; dresser drawers, check; night stand drawer, oops-gloves and scarf, etc. Finally, all done I only needed to grab my purse and carry on bag and slip on my shoes and head downstairs. Shoes...Shoes? "Oh no, where are my shoes?" At that point I have a vague recollection of dad zipping about grabbing up last minute things and packing them in his bag. NOT my shoes!! I call down to Jim and explain my predicament."You will just have to come on down, we will look for something, we are already late!". So off I go, with my nice suit on and barefoot. A true hillbilly I guess. After having to wait a while for an elevator I finally get on with at least 419 giggling 8-10 year olds in full competition mode. Sparkles on their face, hairbows match their pom poms AND they had pushed every button. Arrrggghhh. From the 8th floor we went up to 13 and stopped at every floor on the way down. They stepped on my toes.. I could actually feel the creepy germs infiltrating my soles off of the elevator carpet. Ewww. At last, main floor and I run to the car all the while hoping "please don't have my house shoes or flip flops to wear" . Fortunately Dad found the actual pair of shoes that I had set at the end of my bed , by my carry on and purse mind you, and after cleaning my feet with hand sanitizer slipped them on. My only hope was that the hand sanitizer would also work on bare feet...