So Wednesday morning had a crazeee false alarm. 




Mom calls at 8:30 in the morning (cause for concern by itself) and starts the conversation out with "I have some bad news!"

Of course RED FLAGS go up!      

 
  WTF?         


Turns out she just thought the physical therapist had thrown her robes and nightgowns out with the garbage he generously took out.

I'm envisioning getting out the hazmat suit and headlamp and dumpster diving for her robes before the garbage folks arrive!      



Fortunately reason and observation prevailed and 20 minutes later she calls with the news that they were actually in the bathtub!  Crisis averted. Phew.    


Heart rate lowers, blood pressure relaxes, arrrrgggghhhhhhh.