Okay, little story about how my Christmas season is going.
Wednesday my dad had a procedure to remove a pre-cancerous growth from his head.
Apparently he couldn’t get the bleeding stopped and it bled all night. So, you know, we have a thing about hospitals in my family, I guess, because it wasn’t until yesterday morning that he called the doc about it. They told him to go to the ER, so he called my oldest son to come get him and take him.
The thing about my boys is this: if you want to go somewhere fast, call my oldest. If you want to get there alive with your teeth still in your mouth, call my second son.
So, anyway, my oldest got to my dad’s house and he has a thing about blood, and I think he panicked at the sight of it.
He must have been driving pretty fast, because apparently my dad, sitting in the passenger seat and holding on tight (and still bleeding) said as casually as he could through his gritted teeth, “Yeah, I’m not in any hurry. I’ve got the bleeding stopped for now.”
Dad told my sister later when she checked on him that the ride to the hospital was reminiscent of his childhood toboggan rides, which is saying something because those things are the stuff of legends.
Anyway, Dad’s fine (and I am too – the way I heard about it was my son sent me a pic of Dad, sitting on a hospital bed, his head wrapped in a white gauzy bandaged. When I asked, “Did he fall?” my son said, “Yeah, from the top of the stairs.” Gah. I raised the kid, I guess.)
Alright, I hope you all have a great weekend – thanks for spending time with me today!
Hugs and love,
Jessie ❤️