i need a vacation...
Yes, I just had a three day, paid holiday, kickbutt football filled weekend. And by golly, I need another one. So, here's the whole story since most of you know nothing or only snippets as time has allowed me to share.
Friday: Mom calls me at 4:55pm and asks if I've left the office yet. I told her no, I had 5 minutes left and I was trying to finish something. She said fine, call her back in 5 minutes. Well, it was probably closer to 10 when I got the chance to call her and she proceeded to tell me... that my dad finally went to the doctor after having chest pains all week. I said good and was glad to hear he finally did something about it. Then she tells me that he ended up at the hospital and had a blockage removed and a stint put in. Wanted to know when I would be by to see him...ride the bus home and get my car or take the bus straight to the hospital. I fussed that I had no idea what bus would take me there and now was not in front of my computer to check so I guessed I would just go home and get the car. He's fine in the hospital now anyways, so what does it matter? Went home (stupid bus was LATE) and called my youth minister to get the fastest route to cross town at 6:30pm. He freaked a little bcs I had to tell him *why* I was going to the hospital. Drove over, parked the car and made my way to CVICU. Once I got there I was able to eat my Chick-fil-a dinner that I hadn't already eaten in the car while Mom ate the salad the staff gave her. Dad was drugged anyways so it was ok that we let him slep awhile. THEN is when she told me the whole story. She had decided to go to the doctor for a minor ailment and while she was there Daddy decided to let the doctor look at him too (clue#1: if Dad agrees to see a doctor, he feels rotten) The doc there did a chest xray and all the while this is going on Dad still thinks the pain is just from a pulled muscle. Then the doc told him to go to the ER. Dad protested saying he needed to get back to work. The doc told him that if he didn't go to the ER NOW, he wouldn't go anywhere ever again. That was enough to convince Dad to go. Got to the ER and they had called ahead to say a chest pain person was coming in so he was almost the very first person they took back to triage after he walked in the door and signed a few papers. Did 2 EKGs and the tech freaked on the 2nd one bcs she thought her machine was screwed up since the reading was "all over the place." The nurse behind her said "No, that's what it looks like when someone's having a heart attack." So then they took him in for surgery and did all the normal stuff, angioplasty (?), stint, etc. and fixed him all up. Was sent upstairs to Cardiovascular Intensive Care Unit (CVICU) where he stayed overnight. In the process of all this Mom called her brothers, work people and whoever else but NOT me bcs she didn't want to tell me while I was at work nor did she want to say anything til she knew more. We haven't actually decided if this was good or not. I also found out once I got there that a friend from 2nd grade til graduation works there. Go figure, small world. I stayed there with Mom til about 10pm and then we both went home. I had told her that I got a ticket to the UGA game but would skip it if she wanted me to be with them. She said no, it'd just be boring bcs Daddy was supposed to be doing nothing except recovering in a regular room the whole next day.
Saturday: Got up early after staying up late and went to watch the Redcoat pregame practice. Tailgated w/ Sarah/Brandon/Megan and various others til I found Caitlin and then Trey told us we could actually sit together even though our tickets weren't together so we sat right across the aisle from the band in the glorious sunshine that is witnessed on my skin in the facebook pictures. :P Loved the game especially since we were in Row 15 in the lower level...I could actually recognize people on the field, not just dots! Got to goof off some with Josh, Brandon, and various Redcoats since literally, the aisle was the only thing between us. Amazing. Told Caitlin to tell me when I was pink and then I would put sunscreen on. Had my sunglasses on the whole time but only Brandon's hat during halftime since that's when he had his shako on instead. I think I know why people buy tattered hats now ... you don't have to take the time to break them in....they already fit comfortably. After the third quarter we noticed the girl in front of us was red around her tank top lines and that's when Caitlin finally noticed I was more than pink but with only the 4th to go, I didn't feel like dealing with it. Game ended and the band played their aftergame concert then we hung out and walked around a bit and then finally an hour after we won I made it back to my car (gotta love parking at 8am near the band...wonderful spots!) then fought my way down Milledge to go to ARMC to see Dad. Got chewed out for being burnt when I got there and almost fell asleep on the foot of his bed. He was antsy to leave though he still had to stay another night but they say when you start to complain you're healing so we took it to be a good thing. mom told me to call after church to see if he'd been released yet but otherwise, go home and sleep and don't worry. Went home to watch the Auburn game and prepare my first SS lesson. Got the lesson done before the game was over and fell asleep anyways.
Sunday: Got up and was early to SS (good thing). Had 6 kids show up and it worked out great, especially since Josh was there. Our lesson was about Josiah finding the "missing" book of the Bible (2 Kings 22 if you want to check it out) and how the Bible was a treasure given to us by God and we should respect it. (I'm teaching 3rd grade by the way so if this seems simple, it is!) So we began the lesson with a treasure hunt (pixie sticks wrapped in silver foil in tupperware) and in the most boring room ever, these kids still found great spot to hide it. (under the trash bag so it was in the trash, but not; behind the bulletin board; in Josh's shirt...thought about lifting a ceiling tile and sticking it up there but only Josh and I could reach them so it wasn't our best idea) Then we talked about different Bibles (I brought my Spanish one and Josh read from it..."you're talking Mexican" was the first comment!) Good kids, they really are. Then we went to "big church" where everyone I saw asked how Dad was and I gave them all the same answer: "He had a heart attack Friday and had a stint put in for the one blockage and is now recovering in Cardio but is expected to come home today. I'm supposed to call after church." Then after church I pulled my phone out but didn't actually make the call til after giving that answer 100 more times and finally called in the parking lot to find out that they were at CVS getting Dad's drugs on their way home. Slow pokes that they are at the pharmacy, I beat them home and got bored waiting. Got home and Mom started lunch but had to leave again to get the last drug filled (the most important one!). Stayed awhile then left them alone. Went home and went to bed around 6pm. Too much in one weekend.
Monday: Dad's ring tone on my phone is like an alarm clock so that I will answer it quickly. Mom's is like carousel music bcs I'm usually happy when she calls. Dad called and woke me up asking if I wanted to do some voluntary babysitting. I'm thinking someone from church called the house instead of my cell and needs me to watch their kids which is the last thing I feel like doing so I start to say no then realize he probably means him. He did. My grandmother needed to be checked on but Mom couldn't leave Dad alone so I rushed home to stay with him while she left. We started a card game that was interrupted twice...once by Mom giving instructions (don't eat that, do do that, do make her do that, etc) then by his mom coming over to visit. She was still there when my mom got back. Then we all had to leave bcs the real estate agent was showing the house! Hideous weekend. Going to work Tuesday felt like nothing at all by comparison.
Friday: Mom calls me at 4:55pm and asks if I've left the office yet. I told her no, I had 5 minutes left and I was trying to finish something. She said fine, call her back in 5 minutes. Well, it was probably closer to 10 when I got the chance to call her and she proceeded to tell me... that my dad finally went to the doctor after having chest pains all week. I said good and was glad to hear he finally did something about it. Then she tells me that he ended up at the hospital and had a blockage removed and a stint put in. Wanted to know when I would be by to see him...ride the bus home and get my car or take the bus straight to the hospital. I fussed that I had no idea what bus would take me there and now was not in front of my computer to check so I guessed I would just go home and get the car. He's fine in the hospital now anyways, so what does it matter? Went home (stupid bus was LATE) and called my youth minister to get the fastest route to cross town at 6:30pm. He freaked a little bcs I had to tell him *why* I was going to the hospital. Drove over, parked the car and made my way to CVICU. Once I got there I was able to eat my Chick-fil-a dinner that I hadn't already eaten in the car while Mom ate the salad the staff gave her. Dad was drugged anyways so it was ok that we let him slep awhile. THEN is when she told me the whole story. She had decided to go to the doctor for a minor ailment and while she was there Daddy decided to let the doctor look at him too (clue#1: if Dad agrees to see a doctor, he feels rotten) The doc there did a chest xray and all the while this is going on Dad still thinks the pain is just from a pulled muscle. Then the doc told him to go to the ER. Dad protested saying he needed to get back to work. The doc told him that if he didn't go to the ER NOW, he wouldn't go anywhere ever again. That was enough to convince Dad to go. Got to the ER and they had called ahead to say a chest pain person was coming in so he was almost the very first person they took back to triage after he walked in the door and signed a few papers. Did 2 EKGs and the tech freaked on the 2nd one bcs she thought her machine was screwed up since the reading was "all over the place." The nurse behind her said "No, that's what it looks like when someone's having a heart attack." So then they took him in for surgery and did all the normal stuff, angioplasty (?), stint, etc. and fixed him all up. Was sent upstairs to Cardiovascular Intensive Care Unit (CVICU) where he stayed overnight. In the process of all this Mom called her brothers, work people and whoever else but NOT me bcs she didn't want to tell me while I was at work nor did she want to say anything til she knew more. We haven't actually decided if this was good or not. I also found out once I got there that a friend from 2nd grade til graduation works there. Go figure, small world. I stayed there with Mom til about 10pm and then we both went home. I had told her that I got a ticket to the UGA game but would skip it if she wanted me to be with them. She said no, it'd just be boring bcs Daddy was supposed to be doing nothing except recovering in a regular room the whole next day.
Saturday: Got up early after staying up late and went to watch the Redcoat pregame practice. Tailgated w/ Sarah/Brandon/Megan and various others til I found Caitlin and then Trey told us we could actually sit together even though our tickets weren't together so we sat right across the aisle from the band in the glorious sunshine that is witnessed on my skin in the facebook pictures. :P Loved the game especially since we were in Row 15 in the lower level...I could actually recognize people on the field, not just dots! Got to goof off some with Josh, Brandon, and various Redcoats since literally, the aisle was the only thing between us. Amazing. Told Caitlin to tell me when I was pink and then I would put sunscreen on. Had my sunglasses on the whole time but only Brandon's hat during halftime since that's when he had his shako on instead. I think I know why people buy tattered hats now ... you don't have to take the time to break them in....they already fit comfortably. After the third quarter we noticed the girl in front of us was red around her tank top lines and that's when Caitlin finally noticed I was more than pink but with only the 4th to go, I didn't feel like dealing with it. Game ended and the band played their aftergame concert then we hung out and walked around a bit and then finally an hour after we won I made it back to my car (gotta love parking at 8am near the band...wonderful spots!) then fought my way down Milledge to go to ARMC to see Dad. Got chewed out for being burnt when I got there and almost fell asleep on the foot of his bed. He was antsy to leave though he still had to stay another night but they say when you start to complain you're healing so we took it to be a good thing. mom told me to call after church to see if he'd been released yet but otherwise, go home and sleep and don't worry. Went home to watch the Auburn game and prepare my first SS lesson. Got the lesson done before the game was over and fell asleep anyways.
Sunday: Got up and was early to SS (good thing). Had 6 kids show up and it worked out great, especially since Josh was there. Our lesson was about Josiah finding the "missing" book of the Bible (2 Kings 22 if you want to check it out) and how the Bible was a treasure given to us by God and we should respect it. (I'm teaching 3rd grade by the way so if this seems simple, it is!) So we began the lesson with a treasure hunt (pixie sticks wrapped in silver foil in tupperware) and in the most boring room ever, these kids still found great spot to hide it. (under the trash bag so it was in the trash, but not; behind the bulletin board; in Josh's shirt...thought about lifting a ceiling tile and sticking it up there but only Josh and I could reach them so it wasn't our best idea) Then we talked about different Bibles (I brought my Spanish one and Josh read from it..."you're talking Mexican" was the first comment!) Good kids, they really are. Then we went to "big church" where everyone I saw asked how Dad was and I gave them all the same answer: "He had a heart attack Friday and had a stint put in for the one blockage and is now recovering in Cardio but is expected to come home today. I'm supposed to call after church." Then after church I pulled my phone out but didn't actually make the call til after giving that answer 100 more times and finally called in the parking lot to find out that they were at CVS getting Dad's drugs on their way home. Slow pokes that they are at the pharmacy, I beat them home and got bored waiting. Got home and Mom started lunch but had to leave again to get the last drug filled (the most important one!). Stayed awhile then left them alone. Went home and went to bed around 6pm. Too much in one weekend.
Monday: Dad's ring tone on my phone is like an alarm clock so that I will answer it quickly. Mom's is like carousel music bcs I'm usually happy when she calls. Dad called and woke me up asking if I wanted to do some voluntary babysitting. I'm thinking someone from church called the house instead of my cell and needs me to watch their kids which is the last thing I feel like doing so I start to say no then realize he probably means him. He did. My grandmother needed to be checked on but Mom couldn't leave Dad alone so I rushed home to stay with him while she left. We started a card game that was interrupted twice...once by Mom giving instructions (don't eat that, do do that, do make her do that, etc) then by his mom coming over to visit. She was still there when my mom got back. Then we all had to leave bcs the real estate agent was showing the house! Hideous weekend. Going to work Tuesday felt like nothing at all by comparison.