Life in the Perry house, or rather just for Clara, has its
ups and downs. The downs are mostly stressballs and the ups are well,
fantastic. The past week has been STRESSBALLS. Dad stopped by to
drop the cocker off last Monday. And then said nonchalantly that he was
headed to the ER. Because diverticulitis. Well, umm..
Ok. Then it was just me and my thoughts waiting until he called to say he
was ok and waiting on a ct scan. Thankfully, some iv drop antibiotics and
pills cured him right up. But I am a worry wart about Daddy.
Dad's birthday was Wednesday and given his recent incarceration, I figured it wasn't a good day to go out to eat celebratory chicken and steak. I woke up that morning determined to make David an excellent sandwich for lunch and some breakfast. (best wife ever). Ham sandwich with turkey bacon. Combining my meats, but it works. With some cheese even and a bag of doritos.
I get a text message at 2:15 pm. David's been in an accident and is being taken to UNC. Well then. Immediately there was some movement of my stomach to just past my salivary gland. My body went into convulsions. Literally. His coworker called me and gave me very sketchy details and did not, I repeat, did not, say that he was ok and was heading to the ER "just to be sure." Well fjord me a river. So I throw stuff in a bag and move my car to in front of the hospital. And I waited. And I called people during what I believe to be a panic attack. Made arrangements for Emma to be picked up, Grandmommy to come to UNC, Grandpa to come to UNC and then called coworker girl back.
She made it seem not as bad at this point. Said that they were going to get Japanese food. Remember, I made David a sandwich....with TURKEY BACON. And doritos! So, while in the middle of my panic attack, I remembered to be angry. Angry at the person driving for endangering my husband. I reminded coworker girl that he had a family and a baby. Cause those types of reminders help in such a situation. Assuming and hoping that he was ok, I also got angry at David. For not eating the sandwich I so lovingly made and thereby avoiding this whole catastrophe. The anger came from fear and fear made me go batty. Of course David was gonna get Japanese food, he loves it! But still aaaaaaaaah.
It wasn't our car. So there's that. My ER nurse friend (who DJ'd our wedding and works with me at events) came and found me and said he was ok. And then took me to a man strapped to a gurney. It was all so scary. And then it turned out that David was ok. Just sore. And whiny about his Japanese food.
My unnecessary reaction of extreme panic. On Monday. And on Wednesday. And on Friday, I called Grandma to make sure she stayed home and picked up Japanese to-go for David. Cause nothing makes you feel better more than hibachi chicken and shrimp!
So on Saturday we celebrated Dad. Happy Birthday Dad!
And the rest of the time we celebrated Emma. And that Dad and David are ok. Because TOO MUCH.
Dad's birthday was Wednesday and given his recent incarceration, I figured it wasn't a good day to go out to eat celebratory chicken and steak. I woke up that morning determined to make David an excellent sandwich for lunch and some breakfast. (best wife ever). Ham sandwich with turkey bacon. Combining my meats, but it works. With some cheese even and a bag of doritos.
I get a text message at 2:15 pm. David's been in an accident and is being taken to UNC. Well then. Immediately there was some movement of my stomach to just past my salivary gland. My body went into convulsions. Literally. His coworker called me and gave me very sketchy details and did not, I repeat, did not, say that he was ok and was heading to the ER "just to be sure." Well fjord me a river. So I throw stuff in a bag and move my car to in front of the hospital. And I waited. And I called people during what I believe to be a panic attack. Made arrangements for Emma to be picked up, Grandmommy to come to UNC, Grandpa to come to UNC and then called coworker girl back.
She made it seem not as bad at this point. Said that they were going to get Japanese food. Remember, I made David a sandwich....with TURKEY BACON. And doritos! So, while in the middle of my panic attack, I remembered to be angry. Angry at the person driving for endangering my husband. I reminded coworker girl that he had a family and a baby. Cause those types of reminders help in such a situation. Assuming and hoping that he was ok, I also got angry at David. For not eating the sandwich I so lovingly made and thereby avoiding this whole catastrophe. The anger came from fear and fear made me go batty. Of course David was gonna get Japanese food, he loves it! But still aaaaaaaaah.
It wasn't our car. So there's that. My ER nurse friend (who DJ'd our wedding and works with me at events) came and found me and said he was ok. And then took me to a man strapped to a gurney. It was all so scary. And then it turned out that David was ok. Just sore. And whiny about his Japanese food.
My unnecessary reaction of extreme panic. On Monday. And on Wednesday. And on Friday, I called Grandma to make sure she stayed home and picked up Japanese to-go for David. Cause nothing makes you feel better more than hibachi chicken and shrimp!
So on Saturday we celebrated Dad. Happy Birthday Dad!
And the rest of the time we celebrated Emma. And that Dad and David are ok. Because TOO MUCH.
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