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!
