Sorry you haven’t heard from me in a bit, but I had to fly out to Arkansas on Tuesday because my father had been rushed to the ER.
I had received a call from my sister (holla!) and she explained that our dad was very sick and had a seizure IN the emergency room and his heart rate was dropping. Remembering he had a quintuple bypass previously, we were all pretty scared.
So, within two hours, I had boarded a plane and was going to meet my sis in Dallas, then off to Arkansas we would go!!
Now, if you know me, I have a horrible sense of direction and get lost quite easily. Its a sad little detail that comes up daily. My mom used to say, “If Sandi pulls out of the driveway backwards, she’ll be lost!”…..wise woman, she is…
Once I arrived at DFW, I learned that I had to transfer to a different terminal, via a freaking train. Please. And knowing how directionally challenged I am, AND the fact that I only had 30 minutes to screw up, certainly did not help.
My sister was waiting for me at the gate (who, by the way, fell in October and broke her pelvic bone in 3 places, and her wrist in about a zillion places) and she is standing with 2 bags as I hurry, in skirt and heels, to get to her.
“Where are your bags?”, she asked. I panicked and stood frozen for a moment, “Oh, I checked them” I said, innocently.
If only you could have seen the look on her face…………It seems that I hadtold her, “Let’s carry on our bags”, when I obviously meant, “Let’s check our bags.” So here she is with two bags and I am with none….and quite comfortable, I might add. Did I mention her cast on her arm?
Next we find out that I don’t have a seat assignment on the plane, however Cheri has seat one. In the front. Best seat in the house. I take our tickets up to the angry woman behind the desk and she assigns us two seats together…..in the last row…..where the seats don’t recline…..and where your elbow touches the bathroom behind you. (hmm….there’s that look again)
I informed her that she should be happy that we are sitting together since she loves me so and we haven’t seen each other in about a year. Again the look.
Anywho…..we got to the airport in Arkansas around 10:30, grabbed an overpriced rental car and rushed over to the hospital. Dad was finally in a room and tests were being run, temperature taken, charts were flying………(actually he was resting, but that sounded better).
Bottom line? Tick bites! Can you believe it? So, short story really long, he stayed in the hospital for five days, we flew him back to Houston and after making sure everyone was well, I am back home in AZ. (I don’t want to go into too much detail about his stay in the hospital and I know he doesn’t want me talking about him, but I love him soooo much and am grateful to all my friends for all the prayers!)
Mercy! No, really…Mercy Hospital. Right across from a mall. It was delightful!!! (the mall, not so much the hospital)
But here’s the
funny scary part. Once we were at the airport to fly home, my sister found a tick on her stomach!!! Yikes!!! They are everywhere!!! So after a good thirty minutes of screaming, high voices and my laughter concern, she has been feeling okay.
So, it’s been a full week of no blog time and lots of hospital time. I’m happy to say that my dad is feeling better and I am home in my own bed…….