I'd sat down last night to do my nightly post and my mind was toying with a lot of fanciful ideas. When the phone rang, I jumped like an arachnophobic with a black widow on his neck.
The caller told us that our nephew Haven was having pain in his side and when he went to the ER, they told him his appendix were the culprit.
Jilda and I jumped in the car and headed to the hospital at a time when we normally are getting ready for bed.
By the time we got there, they had him juiced and he was grinning like someone who'd just smoked a joint and was watching the Three Stooges.
When they came to take him to the operating room, I could tell he was nervous, but he was a trooper. The doctor came to the waiting room about 2:30 a.m. to tell us that everything went fine and he'd probably be home by sunset.
We headed out and were home by 3 a.m. Neither of us tarried, and were in bed within a matter of minutes.
At 7 a.m. we were both wide awake, so I rolled out and fired up the coffee. Neither of us spoke for the better part of 30 minutes. I felt like we had spent the night gorging on enchiladas and drinking copious amounts of sangria.
I think the reason I felt hung over is because I didn't dream. That sweet spot during the night when dreams come calling, was spent in a waiting room with comfortless chairs.
We took a nap after lunch today, but it didn't seem to help. I looked a Jilda tonight after dinner and at the same time we said, "tonight will be an early night."
So my blog buddies, I hope you all have a remarkable weekend, and as my lovely wife often says on her blog as she's signing off --- Good night, sweet dreams.
....OK, the day wasn't a total bust. When we walked today, I heard a buzzing sound as we walked. I shot this video (only a few seconds long) of honey bees collecting nectar.
The caller told us that our nephew Haven was having pain in his side and when he went to the ER, they told him his appendix were the culprit.
Jilda and I jumped in the car and headed to the hospital at a time when we normally are getting ready for bed.
By the time we got there, they had him juiced and he was grinning like someone who'd just smoked a joint and was watching the Three Stooges.
When they came to take him to the operating room, I could tell he was nervous, but he was a trooper. The doctor came to the waiting room about 2:30 a.m. to tell us that everything went fine and he'd probably be home by sunset.
We headed out and were home by 3 a.m. Neither of us tarried, and were in bed within a matter of minutes.
At 7 a.m. we were both wide awake, so I rolled out and fired up the coffee. Neither of us spoke for the better part of 30 minutes. I felt like we had spent the night gorging on enchiladas and drinking copious amounts of sangria.
I think the reason I felt hung over is because I didn't dream. That sweet spot during the night when dreams come calling, was spent in a waiting room with comfortless chairs.
We took a nap after lunch today, but it didn't seem to help. I looked a Jilda tonight after dinner and at the same time we said, "tonight will be an early night."
So my blog buddies, I hope you all have a remarkable weekend, and as my lovely wife often says on her blog as she's signing off --- Good night, sweet dreams.
....OK, the day wasn't a total bust. When we walked today, I heard a buzzing sound as we walked. I shot this video (only a few seconds long) of honey bees collecting nectar.
Good that he is fine. I remember mine when I was 19yo. Never had the operation 'though...
ReplyDeleteHave a good sleep... And have a great weekend ahead...
JJRod'z
Glad all is well - get good rest!
ReplyDeleteYikes! Glad Haven is doing well.
ReplyDeleteHere's to more nectar and less dreamless nights.
So happy that Haven is OK!
ReplyDeleteSo glad all went well.
ReplyDeleteOh yay for honeybees!! It's great to see and hear them! They are so under threat at the moment that seeing them is just a treat!! Yay!!!
ReplyDeleteAnd brilliant news about your nephew!! So glad he is on his way to recovery - oh but what a fright for you and Jilda!
Enjoy your weekend and rest! Take care
x
I think it's awesome how you guys went to the hospital despite the hour and stuck around until you knew all was ok. That's just true kindness.
ReplyDeleteA dreamless night is a night of living lost. Great blog Rick. I'm really enjoying it.
ReplyDeleteKnow wht you mean about dreamless, anxious sleep - not restorative at all! Glad all is well and hope you rest up this weekend.
ReplyDeleteGood thing he got to the hospital in time. I had an emergency appendectomy when I was 9 - I was afraid of the doctor so I lied about how sick I was until it was almost too late. It's a wonder I survived childhood!