Sleep, what's that?
Ok, so beyond the fact, that Pippin was a bitch to open, I havent slept for 2 weeks, and I finally have an evening off. Pippin ended at 7:30, I was to go home, shower and have my date with Anthony.....That was the plan. Instead I come home to blaring emergency lights....of an ambulance....infront of my house, and all my neighbors outside. I run up to my house in time to see my father being carried away in a strecher. The rest of it was a blur, my sister barking things, my neighbor talking to my dad and my mother....slightly calm. The doggies...in their crates.
So, it was an entertaining evening, first watching my dad, then having to meet my dad and sister at the Hospital. When i got to the ER, they said he wasnt there. So I went home. Home to find my mother calmly making dinner for herself talking to the dogs and folding laundry....This is how she deals. We end up calling other hospitals in the area, to find out that he is in the one I went to. I drive back, and of course, call the man at the desk incompetant....but in a nice way, and get greeted by my sister who is of course being way over drmamatic and annoying the hospital staff and myself. Thank god my father was out cold. He didnt have to deal with her. the RN wanted to shoot her. I had to apologize for her at the ende on my evening which was 2 am. My mother specifically sent me there with my sister so SHE wouldn't have to deal with her. What was worse "my dad in the hospital" or "dealing with my sister"....the latter.
Anyway....so I digress, it's 2 am, and hes there. thye are doing a battery of tests and trying to figure out whats wrong with him. hooray for cartiologists. i don't know...and i don't think I'll ever sleep again.