Take my sister. Not only has she been to Hawaii more than once, she’s also gotten a scenic, sunset helicopter ride!
The worst part about it is she really didn’t appreciate her experience.
Yesterday, shortly after I posted about modern-day slavery, my sister called and asked me to take her to the Emergency Room.
She’s 35 weeks pregnant and was having stroke symptoms. Which is typically not a good sign for anyone, much less someone about to spawn a mini-me.
Of course, we went to the hospital immediately. Over the course of several hours her symptoms cleared but our mountaintop town doesn’t have the facility and machines to diagnose what was happening appropriately and they decided the safest bet was to fly her down to The Big City where we are fortunate to have a world-class neurological hospital.
My brother-in-law followed in by automobile, dialoguing off and on for a few hours about how awesome life would be if she went into labor, had a stroke, and left her husband with a 2-year-old, newborn and vegetable for a wife. It was a great place to be.
Many, many hours (and a profound ripening of body odor later) we got the news that the experts had their questions answered, she won’t turn into a labor vegetable, and sometimes pregnancy-induced migraines aren’t accompanied by headaches at all and instead it looks like a stroke.
Whew. At that point I could be sarcastic and tell her I’d always wished I could blame some of our arguments on brain damage but, alas, it was not to be.
Back on the home front Lizard tracked the girls to the laundry area and discovered them fitting themselves into the front loading washing machine.
They’re still alive. Possibly cleaner than before. And certain to never make that mistake again.
Three thumbs up for the dude who dropped everything and took over child care duty so I could be with my sister!
So. That’s the story of the last 24 hours or so. It has a happy ending! But I’m just plain ‘ol tired. So I’m going to bed. See ya’ tomorrow!