Daddy’s in the hospital…

Today, I really didn’t feel like writing. My mind has been going in a lot of directions over the last day or so and I’ve been going thru and emotional roller coaster. At this point in my life I have more than a few God questions and I really want answers…

Yesterday, my dad called me and said that he was going to the emergency room. This isn’t a normal occurrence because my dad isn’t that person that runs to the ER. It was funny because he said, “Hey man, I’m gonna go by the emergency room, as soon as I get my clothes on… but everything’s alright”. Being the perceptive one, I dissected his statement…

1- Purpose; going to the emergency room isn’t like visiting your sister. You don’t just “go by” there. Whenever someone goes to the ER they are going with purpose and usually something’s wrong.
2- Urgency; if you are going “as soon as” anything that means there is immediate need
3- Blow-off; “but everything’s alright”. What in the… don’t even try it!!! I’ll be there in moments…

I get to the hospital… No wait. Let me back up… It takes ME 3 point 2 seconds to get cleaned up, teeth brushed, dressed and ready to walk out the door but, my children are home and they need to go with me. Why does it take 400 years just for these people to get out of the bed? Add another 100 years for them to go into the bathroom and stand in the middle of the floor; add another 50 years to decide “should I use the bathroom since I’m standing here?” Add another 40 years for them to roam around the bathroom looking for… I don’t know what? OMG!!!! I’M READY TO GO!!!!!

My wife makes me grab a quick shake (that was good looking out because I was hungry but didn’t care). Now… I get to the hospital to see my dad laying in the bed just chillin’. This dude had exchanged his shirt for the gown but otherwise he was fully dressed. Laying there talking to Ms. Pam (his wife). No visible pain, no uncomfortable looks, everything seemingly okay…

One thing that cool about my dad is that this is his third time being in the hospital in his 69 years of life!!! He visits people in the hospital but he’s not the one IN the hospital. He also has a teeny-tiny, itsy-bitsy teensy-weensy little fear of needles. To put it lightly, he’s SCARED of needles and when the doctor said that they were going to start an IV… I knew things were going to get interesting. And after they stuck him the second time and didn’t get it, I left. I can’t watch my dad in pain.

The day progresses… testing is done, samples are taken and results come back. Everything looks fine but no root cause for his symptoms. This is what I don’t like about the medical profession, there are too many variables. Unlike working on computers, there’s a yes or no for everything and it’s about finding the correct problem. Well, in medicine, there is the baseline for the individual and the doctors make their best guess based on a bunch of different things. I appreciate all that they do. I just know that I couldn’t do it and I still want firm answers.

Long story made brief… my dad was admitted for further observation and more testing. Prayerfully, today we will have the answers and solutions.

As I write this letter, I am reminded that every single day of our life is an adventure. Some days are packed with surprises whereas others not so much. Each day is definitely different. The other thing that comes to mind is that we should never undervalue those people in our circles of influence; our family, our friends, our co-workers, etc. You truly don’t know how important they are to you until there’s a need.

You only get one mom and one dad. Take care of them. Love them. Cherish them…

I love you ALL!!!
Stay blessed,
Jackie

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