An Announcement
Let it be forthwith known that I hereby change the Practical Sister's name. From thence forth, she shall be known as "the Flaky Sister."
Oyez, oyez, oyez...
*random growling and snarling*
So, around six-ish, the FLAKY Sister called, sounding somewhat frantic. My mother had called 911, because Dad was throwing up blood.
O_O!!!!!
She had already called the Blonde Sister, who was rushing to meet our parents at M.D. Anderson, and the Flaky One was about to leave to join them, but wanted to let me know. In case I wanted to come.
After I hung up, I looked at THO. "It's three and a half hours from here to Houston," I said. "By the time we got our friends to keep the kids, and actually made it to M. D. Anderson, it would be all over. Either Dad would be dead, or better and settled in a room."
"So... let's sit tight," he said, holding my hand. "We'll wait. We can do that. Don't panic until you know there's a reason to panic."
So, I settled back in bed to read. I'm in bed because I've had a tough two days, asthma-wise. The mold count was off the scale in Houston, not to mention the other crap in the air because of the hurricane, and I wasn't allowed outside by anyone in the family after we arrived. It still got me, and I spent all day yesterday and today in bed, so... really, rushing to Houston...not in the cards for me right now.
I chatted with my Char for a while, then tried to read some more and had to give up. Because the phone wasn't ringing, so... I called the Blonde Sister's cell. She answered, sounding a bit exasperated. Why? Because Dad hadn't been throwing up blood. He'd been throwing up MUCUS, and other not so nice things. And his breathing sounds moist and liquidy, so the docs are afraid he's either aspirated what he was throwing up, or... he may be developing pneumonia.
Yay.
"So... where the hell did the throwing up blood come from?" I asked, nearly wild, because I'd been picturing hemorrhaging and... well... dying.
"I have no idea," she said. "The Flaky Sister told me the same thing she told you, and she's not here yet, so... I don't know."
GYAAAAAARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!
Oyez, oyez, oyez...
*random growling and snarling*
So, around six-ish, the FLAKY Sister called, sounding somewhat frantic. My mother had called 911, because Dad was throwing up blood.
O_O!!!!!
She had already called the Blonde Sister, who was rushing to meet our parents at M.D. Anderson, and the Flaky One was about to leave to join them, but wanted to let me know. In case I wanted to come.
After I hung up, I looked at THO. "It's three and a half hours from here to Houston," I said. "By the time we got our friends to keep the kids, and actually made it to M. D. Anderson, it would be all over. Either Dad would be dead, or better and settled in a room."
"So... let's sit tight," he said, holding my hand. "We'll wait. We can do that. Don't panic until you know there's a reason to panic."
So, I settled back in bed to read. I'm in bed because I've had a tough two days, asthma-wise. The mold count was off the scale in Houston, not to mention the other crap in the air because of the hurricane, and I wasn't allowed outside by anyone in the family after we arrived. It still got me, and I spent all day yesterday and today in bed, so... really, rushing to Houston...not in the cards for me right now.
I chatted with my Char for a while, then tried to read some more and had to give up. Because the phone wasn't ringing, so... I called the Blonde Sister's cell. She answered, sounding a bit exasperated. Why? Because Dad hadn't been throwing up blood. He'd been throwing up MUCUS, and other not so nice things. And his breathing sounds moist and liquidy, so the docs are afraid he's either aspirated what he was throwing up, or... he may be developing pneumonia.
Yay.
"So... where the hell did the throwing up blood come from?" I asked, nearly wild, because I'd been picturing hemorrhaging and... well... dying.
"I have no idea," she said. "The Flaky Sister told me the same thing she told you, and she's not here yet, so... I don't know."
GYAAAAAARRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!