Thursday afternoon (July 3) was a day and a half. My wife and daughter were there, as was my sister (thank god), helping 'dispose' of the ... stuff. About 2:30PM my father collapsed on the living room floor, pulling a plant down from a high shelf as he fell.To my name being screamed I ran upstairs and found Pop on the floor, my sister beside him and dirt fanned across the carpet (white). Mom was hovering close by. I called the ambulance.
Ministering to him as best she could, about 5 minutes later my sister exclaimed, "Mom, get there: we are losing him." Sure enough, when I got on my knees beside him I could see his eyes roll back and a slackness come over his facial expression.
The ambulance arrived and, well, after a whiff or three of oxygen he was better. Stable anyway. A bizarre scene, Pop on the floor, the room full of firemen and paramedics and a fan of dirt across the immaculate carpet.
The ambulance left, all but one crafty or smart paramedic. As soon as the sirens faded she turned to Mom and said, "Okay Bunny (Mom's nickname), how are you?" To make a long story short we called another ambulance and 45 minutes later Mom was on her way to the Big House.
Now three days later. Mom's out; she acts okay but really isn't: Pop's still in; he can't even act okay but still will be discharged early next week. (Don't get me started on the medical industry!)
So I apologize if I have not posted in a few days, or if my posts are irregular for the next while. I have made getting them into their assisted living flat ASAP my No. 1 (actually my only) priority. It should happen within the next 5-6 days, then my life will return to normal (sic) and I will be back, blogging Dick and Acme.
Thanks for your patience.
Greg
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