It was Saturday morning and I was sitting in the library of a middle school for two hours while Hillary attended a craft class. I like doing that although it means that we were up and out the door fairly early. It gave me time to reflect on the week just ended and its varied events.
The workweek began with a mix up with Hillary’s program bus. It didn’t come until I called to find out if it had broken down. They thought I had left a voicemail stating she wasn’t going that day, I assured them that was not the case and they sent the bus to get her. The bus pulled away and I began to back out of my driveway. Already rather late for work I was very upset when a garbage truck blocked me in, and it wasn’t even pickup day for our neighborhood. I laid on the horn, shouted and gestured out my window until the truck moved. But it backed up which meant I had to take the long way out of the neighborhood since our roads are barely wide enough for two cars to pass, let alone a truck and my van. I sped through the streets for my two mile commute and just as I turned into the half mile long school driveway I spied a police car which prompted me to let up on the gas pedal so I could obey the 15 miles per hour speed limit. It seemed an eternity passed before I reached my parking spot and I was now 10 minutes late clocking in. Luckily I work with wonderful ladies who began my work for me because no matter what time I get there, lunch is being served at the appointed time without regard to our readiness. The next few days passed without further stress inducing incidents. Friday was rolling along fairly well until, 5 minutes before my time quitting time, a phone call came in for me from the day care director stating that they called 911 because Hillary was having a long seizure. I’m glad I work only about a mile away so that I could get to the care center quickly. However, as I sat waiting for the light to change so I could cross over the highway and zip down to be with her, emergency vehicles came from every direction, lights and sirens screaming. I knew where they were headed—the same place I was! When I arrived there my princess was, looking a bit pale, annoyed, and very tired surrounded by EMS personnel, policemen, and a nurse. I signed a release form and took her home very glad we were able to avoid the emergency room. A long seizure like that doesn’t happen daily, but a couple times a month; usually at home. I’m glad the staff is so careful about her. She was fine after a nap and a snack.
Saturday after the craft class and a brief stop at home to freshen up we were off to an Oktoberfest. We met my brother and his wife and my niece there and we were having a lovely time talking, listening to music and munching on German potato salad, sauerkraut and assorted German meats when my sister in law, who sat across from Hillary and me, said that Hillary had a bloody nose. Indeed she did, and a bloody hand and face too since she was rubbing her face. She looked like she was starring in a horror movie. Fortunately I carry wipes with me so was able to clean her up without too much fuss. It seemed a fitting end to the week somehow.
Some weeks just seem to be crazier than others. I hope not to repeat the crazy parts of last week this week or ever!