I took Dad to the Er this morning. He was having an horrendous headache and after his "run-in" with a car last month I decided not to take a chance.
His blood pressure was really wonky while we were there. It was 229/170 when he was being processed in. Then, when he was in the ER cubicle it went down to 180/100, up to 223/170, down to 150/95 and so on the whole time. His heart spiked to 112 then dropped to 85 and kept going up to 90 and above and down to 70. His pulse ox kept dropping from 90-91 to 75-80 and of course through all this the alarms kept going off. If I wasn't already a bundle of nerves, all the alarms would have made me that way.
And then to top it all off they sent him home with no explanations and instructions to see his Dr. next week. NEXT WEEK? What about tomorrow? And oh, yeah, by the way-uh, what is wrong with him? No answer, just perplexed looks! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh.
So, we wait.
Now, the girlfriends. My Dad is, I think (as all daughters do), kinda cute and doesn't look his age. I am admittedly prejudiced BUT. . . .
When he was in the ER in July, after being hit by the car, we were there for about 9 hours before they decided to admit him. During this time several other patients came in and out of the cubicle next to him. One person next to him was a mother and grandmother there with her daughter who was having trouble.
The mother, after about 2 hours of hearing our conversation with the police and each other, peeked around the corner and told us she couldn't help but hear our conversation and was curious as to what had happened. She also looked at Dad and told him she thought he sounded like an interesting person.
One conversation led to another over the next few hours when Dad said something to her about his age. (At this point we had figured out she was single and about 20 years younger than him.) She replied with something to the effect that age didn't mean anything. Dad perked up, grinned and said, "If you really mean that maybe after I get out of here we can go for a steak dinner." She gave him a big smile, a thumbs up and said, "Sure!"
So, begins the saga of girlfriend #1.
And because today was a long, long day and because little one had braces put in yesterday and is in lots of pain, needs medicine and attention-I'll close for now and continue tomorrow.