Let's see... it's all been such a blur.
First of all, I wasn't really at the hospital with two dear friends and my brother in law. I was actually at the hospital with two dear friends, my brother in law and MY DAUGHTER! Yes, she flew in on Sunday and scared the pants off of both of us on Sunday night around midnight. Rick doesn't need his pants right now, but I certainly do. Elizabeth loves to surprise us and after all these years, you'd think I'd be on to her. I'm not, though.
So, anyway, surgery day arrives and we are slated to be at the hospital at 5:45. To do that, we would need to leave our house at 5:30. 5 : 3 0. FIVE THIRTY. Rick sets his alarm clock for 4:00 and I challenge him and announce that I can get ready in only 30 minutes... so I set my alarm clock for 5:00, a full one hour after his alarm clock would go off.
Guess what? Neither alarm clock went off. Thank goodness Elizabeth had flown in for the surgery or we might both still be sleeping.
At exactly 5:30 AM, Elizabeth came into the room I was sleeping in and quietly announced, "Uh, should I just go get in the car? And wait?"
Huh? What? Who? Zzzzz...
Groggy as all get out, I got up and threw on clothes at break neck speed. No time for breakfast, no time for make up, no time for waking Rick up. Wait. HAD to wake Rick up. And he managed to be dress and out the door before me. Go figure.
And so began a day of adventure, questions, uncertainty, mishaps and peace. Yes, peace. I'm going to tell you now that there's a happy ending. However...
* * * * to be continued * * * *