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…you have one of *those* days where you have no idea which day of the week it is?
This weekend was hectic. I’ve taken a break from blogging the past week, and left my “Child of the 80s series” on automation (isn’t wordpress wonderful?!). It was a much needed break too! On Saturday, I had my kickoff show as an Usborne Books consultant (I made 40 bucks and earned Jack some free books! Not bad for a few hours of fun with friends, huh?). Then, Saturday night we went to our local city’s baseball game with some friends. That was the fun day.
Then the bad part hit.
Sunday, we had church and went to eat, just like we do each weekend. That evening, I get a call from mom saying we had to take my dad to the hospital. They were on the way to evening church, and he had a dizzy / blackout spell while HE was driving. After the spell, he was sweating profusely and tingling all over. Now, if you know my dad’s history of heart attacks, you’ll understand how panicked I got….sheerly, mortifically, terribubally, horribly panICKed (with a capital ICK.). He’s been on the brink of death numerous times, while surviving 7 heart attacks in 15 years.
So…Kevin and I put our shoes on, grabbed Jack-Evan, and headed out the door to pick my parents up back at their house. We were in the emergency room for hours that night, until they finally moved dad out of the main ER and to an observation room for the night. By then, he was doing OK enough to where he didn’t want us to stay with the baby crying and all, but with his history of heart attacks we never know what is going to come to pass when Dad falls ill. Kevin and I went to mom’s house with the baby and spent the night there with her so she wouldn’t be alone and worried, and then the baby and I stayed with her all day today until dad was released around 4 pm.
We still aren’t sure what had happened to him, but the doctors are leaning towards a mini-stroke. Thank God he doesn’t have any residual signs of it! And better yet, thank God it wasn’t another heart attack. If there’s anything that can make me cry at the drop of a hat is thinking about something happening to my dad.
So anyway, with all of the stuff that has been going on this weekend, I have lost track of what day of the week it is. Shoot, it feels like it should be Friday already.
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July 22nd, 2008 at 3:19 pm
Ick. I hope your dad is doing better now. That would definitely throw the normalcy of things off-kilter.
I was reading through your 80s series too. Either I was a little too old for these at the time, or I grew up in the sticks and we didn’t have cable. I think it was a combination of the two. I DO remember Fraggle Rock!
July 26th, 2008 at 1:09 pm
Heather » he’s doing ok now, thank goodness…he did have one other little spell a day or so ago, but it wasn’t as bad. We just pray he doesn’t have a blood clot going on….the doctors say they can’t find anything.
As for the 80s, PBS/ETV was an antenna station (non-cable), but yeh, nickelodeon and disney would have been cable. In fact, Disney was a “premium” channel back then (like hbo), not part of basic cable, so we only got that one on free preview weekends.
Yay that you remember fraggle rock!
November 10th, 2008 at 10:40 am
I hope your dad is doing well. Heart attacks are scary stuff. The 80’s weren’t bad though. “Down in Fraggle Rock!”
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