Kirby here:
Mom, Dad,
Sisterbean, and all 7
grandkids left last Friday. Then Dad,
Sisterbean and youngest grandson came back late Saturday night. Sister and Grandson went on home. Sunday and Monday Dad studied his collage class. We knew Mom would not be home till Thursday.
Then the scary part started. Dad started acting funny. He could not talk or walk straight. He checked his blood sugar and it was sky high. So he called some big noisy men to come get him. They had on funny pants that made a lot of noise (firemen). They took him out of the house on a rolling table.
Late that night, Sister came over to check on us and make sure we had been fed. Mom came home Wednesday morning and went to the hospital to check on dad. She left all of her sewing stuff at
Brotherbean's house. All she brought was her cloths!
Friday, Dad told the doctor he wanted to go home. They could not find out what caused his high sugars or fever. All they were doing was giving him something for the fever. So they came home.
Mom had planned to go back to Brother's house on Saturday, but granddaughter got sick and she would not risk bringing a bug home to Dad!
Now she tells me she is going on Sunday to get her sewing machine and other things she left. Dad is going, too if he is feeling up to it. So we are going to be on our own till Monday!
There is way too much excitement going on here! We need a long easy Sunday!
This is what I thought about those men coming in and taking Dad away!
Mom: Every one is back to normal, nothing to worry about. It is 193 miles between home and my Son's house. Google maps tell me it is 3 hours and 23 minutes. I shaved it to 3 hours. I promise I set my cruse control for the appropriate speed limit and I did not stop along the way!
Angel: I get to go first. I sit politely while Mom gets the picture!
Mac: I had to be bribed to join in the 'box' fun. Mom would not let me into the box I wanted because it stinks!
