My Weekend
So, I got a call last Wednesday that my Mother in law had fallen at Fox Woods and broken her hip. My Wife was at a class. She goes to B.U. at night and I didn’t want to pull her out of class to tell her. I sat her down when she got home to tell her, so the saga begins.
My Wife spent Thursday making arrangements for treatment, rehab, etc. Her Mother’s 85 so services that she has had to be notified as well as the post office, etc.
Friday my Wife gets a call from the surgeon telling her that the Cancer had spread and that there were complications. My Wife lets this go on a while before asking, who are we talking about again? My Mother broke her hip. The doc says OMG this isn't your Mothers chart. My Wife was relieved that it was "just" a broken hip.
Friday I go to work and talk to my Wife on and off about traveling to CT. to see her Mother and make further arrangements. Then at 4PM it hits me. I look at my Boss and co-workers and say I’m not feeling well. I feel like I’m going to yack and I don’t want to do it here. So I drive home all the while thinking, don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it. I think for sure that there will be some clean up involved shortly but I make it home without incident. Some time goes by and at 7PM it starts. I’m not going to go into details but let’s just say that I was not as lucky this time. THERE WAS CLEAN UP INVOLVED. I could not get warm enough. I was fully dressed with four comforters on me and I was still shaking like a leaf. I was sick for two days. I lived on saltines and ginger ale. The funny thing about it is that I lost 15 pounds over the weekend. All water so I’m sure most will come back. I slept sitting up on and off till Monday morning.
But back to my Mother in law. She needed to be moved to a rehab center after they repaired her fractured hip. The ambulance company wanted $1000 to move her to the rehab center. She doesn’t have it. We’re dropping $100 large on our house this summer so I couldn’t swing it either so we decide to transport her ourselves. The doc says that this will work so we go with it. Thing is that we’re in Mass. and she’s in CT. so we wait all of Monday for the call to pick her up. It never comes. Finally Tuesday we get the call and drive two hours to CT.
We get to the hospital and go to get on the elevator when we hear this over the intercom. “Code 4 the hospital is under lock down.” What? Turns out someone had a gun out in lawyer’s office across the street. Go figure, someone was upset at a lawyer. The hospital was on lock down for hours. Finally we were able to get out of the there and get her to the rehab center. And so ends a long and disastrous weekend. So, if you ever ask me how my weekend went, careful. I might just tell you.