Boy it's just been one of them days. Early this morning around 3 a.m. Eric started feeling bad. Well last time he had a heart attack that started out with him all of a sudden being sick to his stomach. So he decided he'd rather be safe than sorry and wanted to go to the emergency room. I was OK with that, but you have to know the people in my life can't stand the thought of me at home alone. Here it is now 4 a.m. and I'm trying to call Sarah, the lady who helps me. Problem is she sleeps with ear plugs in so she didn't hear the phone. Next option? Call Mom. So that's what I did. I had Eric put the dogs in the bedroom with me, shut the door, sent him off to the emergency room and waited for Mom to arrive...she lives about an hour away from us.
Trust me when I say that no one will EVER break into my house without me knowing it. Around 5:30 a.m. Mom put the key in the door and the dogs were off the bed and boucing around at the bedroom door waiting for her. Shortly after that, we heard from Eric. They have admitted him to the hospital though they say he did not have a heart attack. They are thinking he just had some fluid build up and need to adjust his meds accordingly. That was good news!
Sarah got here around 9:30 and Mom went home for the day only to return later tonight so Sarah can go home. I talked to Eric around 11:00 a.m. and he needed supplies to change his insulin pump. So much to Sarah's dismay, I once again had her put the dogs in the bedroom with me and sent her off to the hospital with Eric's supplies. Finally, I was going to get a little sleep! Two hours later, I was woken up with Eric calling me asking if I had talked to Sarah. Heck no...I felt like I had just fallen asleep. Well apparently her car broke down on the way home from the hospital. This is one of those times that I think God must have a sense of humor. I just felt quite amused that all the people who don't want me to be alone at home are not getting what they want. OK I'm sorry Sarah's car broke down, but I was honestly laying here chuckling. A few hours later and Sarah got back at the house with me and the over exuberated dogs waiting for her to open the door to the bedroom. The car had been towed, and Sarah's partner had brought her back to me.
Like the title of the post says, sometimes you just have to roll with the punches!
