I had a very thought provoking and witty post, but it will have to wait.
When I came to my dad’s home this afternoon, he didn’t look good. He was slurring his speech and complaining of pain everywhere. His good friend (who happens to be a doctor) decided to call the paramedics.
So I spent the rest of the evening in the hospital, seriously thinking that I would leave an orphan.
Now, I’m not religious, but I prayed a little to myself. Nothing “religious” just thinking about how on the 8th night of Hanukkah ten years ago, my mother took her last deep breath. I didn’t want this to be a tradition. So I just prayed that my mom was up there, watching over my dad, working he magic.
The neurologist came back saying the CT scan showed much improvement and he was able to leave the hospital later that night even.
So I’m not superstitious or believe in ghosts or anything, but I do think my momma wanted to keep the eighth night just for her. Plus, every nurse thought my dad actually was Rober De Niro and the doctors were finding it distracting people that patients were asking for autographs (no joke). So tonight, my dad is back in his own bed, where he belongs
Side note: I wanted to give a little shout out thank you to Abby. She managed to text some sense into my nervous meltdown. Sometimes, you just need someone removed from the hoopla to remind you to stay calm and take care of yourself. I already got dibs on Abby so go find someone else 😉