Shortly after six this morning, the phone rang. Assuming it was one of KT’s friends or the lady I carpool with, I just grabbed it up without looking at the caller ID. (As if my eyes are even capable of focusing that early). To my surprise, it was my dad. He wanted to know if he had managed to hold reveille on me. (Reveille, for those of you that didn’t grow up in a military household, simply means waking you up) He sounded a little disappointed that I was already up. For some strange reason, he seems to like to wake me up.
Then Dad proceeded to tell me that there was good news and bad news. He said that the good news was that she was out of surgery and was recovering nicely. When I started breathing again, I realized that he was telling me that my mom had started having severe abdominal pain after dinner last night. It had gotten progressively worse as the evening went on.
A quick trip to the emergency room had my mom admitted to the hospital for observation. When the pain couldn’t be managed, they took Mom in for exploratory surgery. I’m not really clear on what the problem was, but they’ve fixed it. Mom is currently still in the recovery room.
I’m used to worrying about my girls. I need to know where they are, who they are with and what they are doing. I’ve been slowly loosening the apron strings to give them more freedom as they are getting older. It never occurred to me that I would have to start worrying about my parents now that they are getting older. How can I possibly know what kind of trouble they are getting into when I can barely keep track of where they are off to in that RV of theirs?
Please think good thoughts towards them (and me!) Sigh….
Bit O Life
kt getting ready for her garden