A little time to breathe

I have had the craziest two weeks.  It involved a lot of time at the hospital (none of which was for me).  It has also involved a lot of positive change (my word of the year) for me personally.  I hope to get back to blogging more regularly.  I have missed this.  

As you all know, I go to the Senior Citizen Center on Monday's to play dominos with my husband's grandma and a 91 year old lady named Wilma.  I really look forward to Monday's because I love going to the center and seeing my elderly friends.  Thursday before last I was sweeping my floor, preparing for my sister to come over (the one that lives 20 minutes away that I hadn't seen in 2 years until Christmas...turns out one of her clients is one of my neighbors (she is an OT)).  I got a phone call where I didn't recognize the number.  Normally I don't take these calls, but this time I decided to. I am glad I did.  It was the Senior Center and my husband's granny had collapsed and was barely breathing.  Talk about a freak out moment.  Lucky for me, we live 2 minutes away from the center.  I dropped my broom where it was and headed over.  I got there just as the First Response (who shares the same parking lot as the Center) got there.  She had regained consciousness by the time we both got there (thats good), but she couldn't comprehend that she had blacked out.  She kept saying she didn't.   The director of the center told me that they saw her slumped over and the guy sitting next to her was trying to save her from falling out of her chair.  She wasn't breathing but making a gurgling sound.  When Granny first started going there, my mother in law and I decided to put me down as the emergency contact because I could get to her first.  It's a good thing to, because it took me a solid 30 minutes (and a tearful conversation for my husband) to get a hold of my mother in law.  We all decided she needed to go to the ER just to get checked out and find out what happened.  My MIL, my husband, and his uncle (Granny's son) all met me at the ER.  I went to go pick my daughter up from school, I called my mom to tell her about the experience.  While I was talking to her, my dad beeped in on her end and she said she would call me back.  She called me right back and told me that my dad was on his way to the emergency room because his lung doctor thought he had double pneumonia and needed to go to the ER to get his breathing under control.  So I had two people who I am very close to go to the ER within 3 hours of each other.  They were at two different hospitals (they couldn't make it convenient on me...haha) and both were in Room 18 (weird).  They kept Granny until Saturday and ran all kinds of tests (including CAT scans and MRI).  On a side note: Granny was scheduled to have surgery the following Wednesday (this past Wednesday) and her twin sister died a year ago on Monday from a brain aneurism.  They kept my dad until Monday and because they had him so pumped up with steroids, he developed medicinal diabetes (luckily after he got out of the hospital, his blood sugar level went back down to normal).  Last weekend was pretty much a blur of hospitals.  Luckily my daughter was out of school on Friday and Monday.  

Friday: I went to Elexis' parent teacher conference.  She is doing very well.  Her lowest grade was a 94 (which she has now brought up to a 99).  I got the recommendations from her teachers on what classes she should take next year when she is a FRESHMAN...wahhh.  We got all her classes picked out and she is now enrolled.  When did I get old enough to have a Freshman?? 

Saturday: Daughter went to her cousin's house to stay the night, so hubby and I went to the movies for a date night.  We saw About Last Night.  It was really funny, but really sexual.  

Sunday: Church and together time for me and hubs.  We rode the motorcycle to visit my dad in the hospital and then picked up the kiddo.  

I think I will end there and continue this in a separate post.