Rough Day
I can't say today was a bad day because everything turned out fine, and life is good, and good triumphs and all is well. But the adventure that happened in the last 24 hours has left me exhausted and not feeling too much like being super happy about it.
This week we're heading out to Oregon for my grandmother's Memorial Service. She wanted to be cremated like my grandfather, and that gave us the freedom to pick our date to the LAST PILGRIMAGE to bury someone in Oregon. We decided to take advantage of the opportunity, and chose this week for the town Scandinavian Festival, high school reunions, family reunions, friend reunions, and a nostalgia trip of everything beautiful about Oregon. My parents decided to leave early so they would have time to finish plans for their 50th high school reunion, and work with the funeral home to arrange plans for the service. They left yesterday morning. Last night, I got the call that my Dad was going into the hospital with severe stomach pain. Last night was a whirlwind of phone calls as everyone clamored for news. The last phone call of the night from Reno said that Dad had a Cat Scan and that his intestines were all twisted up into a knotted mess. They were consulting a surgeon on the possibility of an emergency surgery to fix the problem.
This led to a HUGE round of speculation. If he goes into surgery, would that mean there would be no funeral? How would he get home? My mother's eyesight isn't very good right now, and she can't drive, how on earth would they get home? I got almost no sleep worrying about things. I waited anxiously for news in the morning, hoping that he didn't need the surgery.
He didn't need the surgery, but that wasn't the end of the adventure. They gave him morphine for the extreme pain. Surprise! It turns out my Dad is allergic to morphine! He had a bad reaction last night, and his heart stopped several times as teams of doctors worked to keep him alive. He was fine by morning, but we nearly lost him last night.
I spent nearly the whole day on the phone forwarding news, and checking up on things. I contacted the church out in Nevada and a Bishop out there visited my Dad and gave him a blessing. By evening, he was released. My parents are staying one more night in the hotel and then moving on to Oregon tomorrow. I'm SO GRATEFUL everything is fine, but I am also SO TIRED. I have one day left before we leave, and I got NOTHING done today to prepare for it.
I think I'm going to bed a little early tonight.
This week we're heading out to Oregon for my grandmother's Memorial Service. She wanted to be cremated like my grandfather, and that gave us the freedom to pick our date to the LAST PILGRIMAGE to bury someone in Oregon. We decided to take advantage of the opportunity, and chose this week for the town Scandinavian Festival, high school reunions, family reunions, friend reunions, and a nostalgia trip of everything beautiful about Oregon. My parents decided to leave early so they would have time to finish plans for their 50th high school reunion, and work with the funeral home to arrange plans for the service. They left yesterday morning. Last night, I got the call that my Dad was going into the hospital with severe stomach pain. Last night was a whirlwind of phone calls as everyone clamored for news. The last phone call of the night from Reno said that Dad had a Cat Scan and that his intestines were all twisted up into a knotted mess. They were consulting a surgeon on the possibility of an emergency surgery to fix the problem.
This led to a HUGE round of speculation. If he goes into surgery, would that mean there would be no funeral? How would he get home? My mother's eyesight isn't very good right now, and she can't drive, how on earth would they get home? I got almost no sleep worrying about things. I waited anxiously for news in the morning, hoping that he didn't need the surgery.
He didn't need the surgery, but that wasn't the end of the adventure. They gave him morphine for the extreme pain. Surprise! It turns out my Dad is allergic to morphine! He had a bad reaction last night, and his heart stopped several times as teams of doctors worked to keep him alive. He was fine by morning, but we nearly lost him last night.
I spent nearly the whole day on the phone forwarding news, and checking up on things. I contacted the church out in Nevada and a Bishop out there visited my Dad and gave him a blessing. By evening, he was released. My parents are staying one more night in the hotel and then moving on to Oregon tomorrow. I'm SO GRATEFUL everything is fine, but I am also SO TIRED. I have one day left before we leave, and I got NOTHING done today to prepare for it.
I think I'm going to bed a little early tonight.