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They Thought Dad Had A Stroke
And I nearly had a heart attack
***UPDATE: He had a stroke in the middle of the night. He’s in the ambulance. I’m following in the car.***
The last 13 hours have been… hell, I don’t know what they’ve been.
450am I’m headed to the bathroom and I see dad. He’s up, dressed, bed made, and wobbling around the house. I ask him if he’s okay. He thinks he’s running a fever and that his blood pressure is up. He says his right arm hurts and he can’t see out of his right eye.
Say no more.
I began multitasking to get myself out of my jammies and into appropriate ER clothing, which would be basically anything that covered my T&A. I woke up not feeling so great myself. I had planned on taking some meds and crawling back under the covers again.
Drop him off at the ER entrance. I’m gone long enough to lay the foundation of a new house when I circle back around to the ER and chat with Security. Dad has one of those fancy-schmancy cars where you don’t need a key to turn it off and on. But you do need to have the key in your possession in order to secure the vehicle when you’re ready to walk away.
There’s a handy bit of advice for those of you who didn’t know. Like me.
