Speaking of which, my parents came up to add to be with me in this time of trial.
It's looking like a typical visit on steroids so far. They arrived about an hour before the procedure. Came in kvecthing (I cleaned that up).
Thank God they took me away to cut on me. They went to get a hotel room, and managed to find their way back an hour or so after the doctor was done with me.
The hospital got around to kicking me out at 8:30 or so. My darling mom got it in her head that I needed to have someone here with me over night. (I didn't) and we ended up drafting Ratboy for the job.
On the way out, it being dark, and dad, being nearly blind, tripped over a lowered chairlift in the parking lot. Hurt his knees, and got taken to the ER. Mom insisted that I wait in the car to limit the amount of walking I did with the plug in my femoral artery, under the grounds that she would take care of him (first time for everything, I suppose).
Dumps him in ER and comes to sit with me in the car. She does wander in every half hour/45 min to see if they've gotten to him. By this time his knee is swelling up nicely.
Finally she decides that sitting with my leg bent isn't good for the plug, and we go wake up ratboy and drag him to my house.
It's now 10:00 PM. My mom doesn't drive at night. I give her a very simple map back to the hospital, and send her back to get dad.
At midnight dad calls to ask where she is. That's the last I've heard.
And I bet they still wonder why I didn't particularly want them to come up...
Should be:
Speaking of which, my parents came up to add to the stresses be with me in this time of trial.
Good Lord ! Call the hospital, maybe they'll let you come back. LOL
I've had a busy day. Got an emergency call first thing this morning from LE who were called about a 2 year old running around butt nekkid IN THE MIDDLE of a busy highway, with a curve on one side and a big hill on the other. Long story. It is the grace of God that the child is still breathing.