I feel like it has been an eternity since my last blog...
I've been trying to think how to post my recent blog because I think sometimes I get too wordy when I tell stories...so I'm going to try to do it chronologically...
Monday 8:30ish: I'm having my usual chat with my mom on my drive into Phoenix. She tells me that dad has been off of work for a week or so with a bad headache and dizziness. They thought it was an ear infection...but the doctor said it wasn't and that it would pass. She said it hadn't passed so they were going to go to his regular doctor (who was out of town for the first doctor visit) and see what they could do about it.
Monday 12:15: My mom calls me and says that Joe (his doctor) called the Neurologist over in Quincy and he said to bring my dad in right away and admit him to the hospital. They weren't sure exactly what was wrong, and they were going to run a bunch of tests. She told me to call my sisters and let them know. Not fun...
Monday 4:45: My mom calls and lets us know that the results of one of the tests shows that he is bleeding in between his brain and his skull. They were going to do an MRI in the morning and see how bad it is and what they should do about it.
Tuesday morning: My mom says the neurologist came and said that he is actually bleeding in two spots and that they would know more after the MRI.
Tuesday 4:45: She call and says that there are two clots in his head...one is considerably large and the other is not small. They are
definitely going to need to do
surgery to remove the clots. He tells her they will have to shave his hair. He also says that he is amazed at how well physically my dad is doing. For someone with the clots the size that he has he should of been in extreme agony or
probably passed out.
Tuesday between 5-11:30: All of my extremely supportive friends (some of whom are going through their own family medical drama) are telling me I need to go home. We go out to eat then come back to my house to look at plane tickets. I don't call my mom to ask because she will talk me out of it.
Tuesday midnight: My friend Whitney books my plane ticket to leave the next day and come back March 11
th.
12:01: Whitney is on the phone with Frontier airlines moving my ticket from March 11
th to February 11
th. Oops.
Wednesday 11:30: my flight leaves Phoenix.
Wednesday 6:23: I arrive in St. Louis where Nathan picks me up and we head towards the hospital.
Wednesday 9:00: We arrive at the hospital where I surprise my mother and she just keeps saying over and over "I can't believe your here. You just paid off your credit card and this couldn't have been cheap. You can't afford to be here."
Wednesday 9:30: my mom is adjusted to the idea that I am here, we visit my dad for a while. He is bald and has tubes coming out of his head with icky drainage coming out of them. Quite a sight.
Nothing much after that. We spent the night in a hotel and I came home this afternoon (Thursday) . My mom showered and went back up with a friend and I stayed home...finished taking down Christmas decorations (yes...it's true...but we'll give my dad a break since he was bleeding in his head and everything)...did my brothers and his wife and her nephews laundry...and just cleaned and stuff.
Tomorrow I am going to go to my dads work and make sure none of his plants are dead then I'll probably head up to Quincy.
Just writing this blog has
exhaustified me. I'm going to bed.