Driving Mrs. Sartor coming to an end

Driving Mrs. Sartor coming to an end

It is nice to have some drying out time before it rains again. There is rain in the forecast. Last evening patchy frost was a possibility, however, this morning I saw nary a hint of that here.

Last week brought about drastic changes for us, and especially Paul. He was scheduled for three appointments at Richard Roudebush Veterans Medical Center. The first was a check-in and up with a new primary care doctor. Paul thought it would behoove him to transfer from the Terre Haute VA Clinic, because of his decline in health and special needs in recent days. Dr. Thomas Webster and the staff served him well and we appreciate them and their services. Paul is now a member of the ‘blue team’ at the hospital. The transition was swift and the first visit went well as could be expected.

The second was a blood draw. The third was with a neurologist. She, and others diagnosed him his problem, a disease of the nervous system, the reason for the extreme tremors. A vascular system problem exists that has been a part of his medical history since the stroke several years ago. Tests show several TIA’s have occurred since. He certainly has a lot on his plate these days. Because of this newly diagnosed condition, Paul was told to stop driving a vehicle. That approach was well taken by the patient in spite of disappointment and he affirmed, “Consider it done!”

The little white ‘Ford Torus’ knew it was time too, as did the driver. That night the car was out of the garage where soon it will become a part of the story of someone else. The first vehicle he drove was a farm truck. The farmer taught him well. Paul Sartor did not own a car until the young man joined the United States Navy at age 17. The little brown 1949 Ford became his dating car. I road in it a couple times. It was the get-a-way car when we eloped back in 1957. I don’t remember much about the car, but the seats were plaid! He has owned several cars and two trucks over the years, new and not so new.

Paul wore many hats during his work life. He drove a 7-Up truck for a few years. We are both grateful for family support we have and need as we continue on our life’s journey. Paul is placing the final few brush strokes to an oil painting for our granddaughter, Olivia Erin Cory.

Tonight, all is well and Tootie Mae is too. As a matter of fact, she may be thinking there will be more time to spend with her if we’re not on the road. Thanks to my readers for your calls last week and Norma for your concern and the cards and materials you send to us.

I can be reached by phone at 317-286-7352 or by email to paulandmarylousartor@yahoo.com.