Picture it…Deep Creek…1 a.m. I am in as deep a sleep as is possible when one’s father is in the hospital. Puppies are curled up beside me, one between my shoulders and one in the small of my back. Mollie prefers her own bed don’t you know.
Suddenly, the quiet sounds of the night are pierced…PIERCED…by the ring of the telephone.
I immediately spring into action flipping from my prone position across the bed, over the puppies, and reach the phone before the end of the first ring. Good Lord in Heaven what has happened to my Pops?
A recording greets me with a collect call from an inmate at the Norfolk City Jail. AN. INMATE. As soon as I was able to swallow my heart back down out of my throat, I pretty much slammed the phone back into its cradle and thought about the several choice words I wanted to say to the Norfolk City Jail inmate who randomly picked my number to call at 1 a.m. on a night that my Pops happens to be in the hospital.
As I slowly tried to recover from the stroke I was sure I was having, I noticed the pups looking at me with awe in their eyes. Apparently, my gymnastic performance had truly been amazing and the judges had given me 10’s across the board! How cool is that? I’m sure it is a given that I will be contacted any day now by the USA Women’s Olympic Gymnastic Team. I’ll be sure to let you all know how that goes.
As for Pops…we are still waiting for the results of his ultrasound. If all is clear, he should be released today with instructions to contact his surgeon to set up a date to repair the femoral hernia. Needless to say, he is ready to go home but we want to be sure he is okay to go home first. Your prayers and well wishes are much appreciated. Thank you so much.