An unexpected change in plan.

Tuesday, we went to Marlboro for the 2p.m. rehearsal, intending to stay through to 6p.m. We were going to hear the Mozart Seranade in E-flat Major, K. 375, and the Shostakovich String Quartet No. 8 in C-Minor, Op. 111. All this was changed by a medical emergency. It was highly personal, so I won't discuss it at length, but just say that I was bleeding where I shouldn't be. We left to go first to Urgent Care in Brattleboro, and then the ER at Brattleboro Memorial Hospital. I had tests and a CT-Scan - all without a 100% definitive diagnosis, but some hunches. All that took 5 hours or so. Now, a day later, I am home and the bleeding seems to have stopped. Ellen met Katie at Marlboro at 2p.m. today, John is here with me. Brendon actually came by for a while too. I talked with my PCP, Dr. van Dyck, on the phone this morning - she is out of town, but answers her cell phone. I feel okay, and will have a follow-up appointment soon. So I guess I'll be okay, and may never know for sure just what happened and why. Tomorrow I have a meeting with my Retired Clergy Group at the Dummerston Church, and I'll probably go to that. We are still discussing Joan Chittester's The Gift of Years , specifically the chapter on "Newness." Meanwhile, it is very hot and humid. John and I have a fan blowing on us at the moment. It helps a bit. It was pretty warm last night and I did not sleep well. I hope to get back to Marlboro. Maybe tomorrow. I wonder if crises like this will become more frequent with time?