First let me start off by saying an ENORMOUS thank you to everyone who commented on my last post about my dad. They each meant so much to me and I really truly mean that. He is doing fine now and all is well down here in Texas.
Now I guess I needed a little break from blogging and I didn't even know it. I have been blogging since I was a Sophomore or Junior in college and let me tell you that was a LONG time ago... about 8 years. Wow thats a a long time. I started this blog here on typepad when I was in living in New York and about to move home and i deleted my other account on Xanga. Remember Xanga? Talk about a blast from the past. I now wish I hadn't deleted it because it would be fun to go back and read those thoughts but then again it's probably for the best that I deleted it. The point of sharing all this with you is that I have been blogging a LONG time and I think I just needed to take some time away from the computer. I actually even stopped reading some of my favorite blogs and by the time I went back to my google reader I was afraid to look at the number and see how much stuff I missed. It's so scary to try to catch up on all that reading! I would have to take another week off just to do that!
Anyway I want to wish everyone a very lovely Labor Day weekend and I will be back in full force coming the month of September!
I couldn't understand why the phone was ringing so early in the morning, I mean she knew I was at the lake. I decided not to answer it, but when the one call turned into three I knew something must wrong. I got out of bed stumbled around trying to find my glasses and then tried to find my phone because it was somewhere in my bag. I finally found it and called right back not even listening to the voicemail. It was one of my worst fears. She said, "Come home. Your fathers' in the hospital."
I didn't even know what to say everything was a blur after those seven words were uttered. My mom tried to sound calm, but I knew she was scared. They didn't know what wrong with him, but he was in a lot pain. He was sedated for now but I needed to get there and fast. She said to be careful. She didn't have to say it, but I knew in her voice what she was trying to tell me, I can't lose my husband and my only child in the same day. I packed up my things as fast as I could I knocked on my friends door and said I had to go. She understood. She always does.
That hour and half drive was the longest of my life. I couldn't get there fast enough, not knowing what was going on. I texted some of my bestfriends to let them know what was going on and ask for their prayers, but at times I could barely see the road I was crying so hard. In retrospect I should have pulled over but we don't think of these things until after the fact. I finally get to the hospital and I find my mom I ask her if they know anything she says they still don't, but the pain has subsided and he's asleep. It's his side again where his kidneys are, they have done a CAT scan like last time, but nothing is showing up. (He was in the hospital last year for this same thing, but they never found anything.)
I finally muster up the courage to walk into the room and he's sleeping, but he wakes up and tries to crack a joke and I smile but there are tears in my eyes and he just squeezes my hand. I move to the chair and stay there for hours while he sleeps. He may not know I'm there but I do. I relieve my mother as she has been there since 2am and is exhausted and needs some sleep and food. I have a book with me from the lake that I have started so I break it out. Several hours later I finish it but if you ask me what it was about I don't think I could tell you because my mind is somewhere else.
It's now night time and it's time to leave, my dad is aware and is feeling better, the doctors have come and want to do another CAT scan this one a little bit more thorough. My dad is in better spirits more like himself. I go home and yet I don't want to think about anything. I read blogs, watch TV, play on youtube and facebook. I do everything until I can no longer keep my eyes open.
The morning comes and I'm back at the hospital. They have done the second CAT scan and they figure out what is causing so much pain that is making him almost pass out. It's his gallbladder. Something so simple. It almost makes me angry. Surgery is scheduled and as we wait for the doctor he starts talking to my mom and I. He tells us that if he doesn't make it he loves us and he wants us to know it. We tell him it's just a simple surgery, but even as the words come out of my mouth I just break down. I can't stop the tears. I know in my mind that its simple and its common but it my dad and when it's your family member it feels anything but common.
The doctor comes out and tells us everything went fine and he is in recovery. He also tells us it's one of the worst gallbladders he's ever seen and if he hadn't come in it would have burst and possibly could have been fatal. He also said that it has probably been like that for many years and he is surprised no one has caught it. We just thank him and invite him over for Christmas dinner if he has no place to go. Okay I made the Christmas dinner part up but had it been closer to the time I would have extended an invite.
He is home now and resting... well slightly. He is itching to get back to work because that is the kind of man he is a go getter, a thoughtful man, a kind man, and a generous man. He is my father.
1. You have to look good ALL THE TIME. I wouldn't want to end up on the pages of stars without their makeup.
2. The A listers shop in heels and lets be honest I wouldn't be anything less then A lister right? (I'm so modest!) Seriously they are all walking around NY in heels. After 5 minutes I would take those off and be shopping barefoot and people would be calling me Britney.
3. I sometimes wear the same thing two days in a row. I know, I know, I know, but sometimes it's hard to think of another outfit and if I'm not seeing the same people I saw the day before what's the harm?
4. I like to read UsWeekly. (No judgement people.)
5. I would sell pictures of my newborn kids and then NOT give the money to charity like Angelina and Brad.