This week has been pretty crappy. I got a touch of food poisoning on Monday, my allergies have been off the wall, but the worst was still to come. It came in the form of a phone call from my mom. My dad blacked out in the kitchen, hit his head on the cast iron radiator. He was out cold for about a minute, but what was truly scary was the pool of blood on the kitchen floor. My mom heard the crash, ran into the kitchen and found him. Paramedics arrived within minutes, and what was described by my mom as the longest minutes of her life.
That phone call knocked me sideways.
You hear the horror stories of people who hit their heads, and boom – 2 days later, they’re dead. My mind was racing and I was terrified. I left work and rushed to my mom’s house, where she was packing up a bag to take to him. The hubbs met me there – I could not have gotten through it without him.
He has 14 staples on the back of his head, is in quite a bit of pain, and is being subjected to a barrage of tests to figure out what made him black out. He doesn’t remember anything. No lightheadedness, no dizziness, no black spots. One minute, putting chicken on a plate, the next minute he is coming to. He is awake, getting better, and in the best possible place. He snapped something in his back last night, and is in incredible pain. He lives everyday with the pain of osteoarthritis, buldging disks, neck spasms, knee issues, you name it. He is a tough old bird, my hero, my everything.
He’s the kind of guy that wears a Sesame Street Tie. He’s just awesome.
His name is Joe, and if you pray, would you send one up for him? He is the kindest, gentlest, most generous, giving, humble man on the planet. And for my mom, whose strength just humbles me, but just doesn’t seem herself without my dad around. After 45 years of marriage, they seem to be linked on a biological level and neither seems quite “right” without the other around.
I am cherishing my health today, grateful for it. Grateful for having such amazing parents and a loving husband. I am truly blessed.