Friday morning - Holiday party at work. Merry Christmas! Home to decorate and put Christmas tree up.
Friday afternoon - Husband calls. Must drive to Springfield where mother-in-law with Alzheimer's is critically ill.
Friday evening -Arrive at nursing home. Mother-in-law is resting peacefully. Had stomach "flu" earlier in day and passed out.
Saturday morning - Drive back to Springfield. Mother-in-law is fine; up and around. Does not know us anymore, though. Drive home with despondent husband whose mother doesn't recognize him
Saturday night - Husband becomes extremely ill with same stomach bug that his mother had. No one sleeps.
Sunday morning - Call 911 because husband can't breathe and he feels as if an elephant is standing on his chest. Spend day in emergency room with husband. They keep him overnight for tests.
Sunday afternoon - Son calls. He is driving from Michigan to Columbus in extremely bad weather. Normally 2 1/2 hour trip takes 4 1/2 hours.
Monday morning - Get up at 4:30 am to take son to airport. Roads in very icy condition. Go back home and back to bed.
Later Monday morning - Go to hospital and pick up husband. Everything is fine. No heart involvement.
Monday afternoon - Finally start to decorate house for Christmas. Still no tree, though.
I'm tired. Time for a shower and bed. Only 12 shopping days until Christmas...
You should write a book! Glad everyone is fine.
ReplyDeleteWhew! Just the sort of weekends (or weeks) I myself have come to expect, though.
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