Monday evening around 5:30 pm Neil called to tell me he had just been in an accident. I could hear a lot of commotion in the background. A lady ran a red light and hit the front of his car. We spent three hours in the ER. Luckily, he escaped without any injuries. The car has about $10,000 worth of damage.
This afternoon I was back at the hospital. This time I was with Adrienne. She had a blood test to see if she has mono for the third time. We were having a fun conversation with the phlebotomist when all of a sudden Adrienne said she was seeing black. The next thing I know, I hear someone in the hallway yelling “Betty!” and in an instant the room was full of people. Turns out a tech gal walked by and noticed Adrienne’s eyes rolling. She yelled for the nurse. (Yup, “Nurse Betty.” How funny is that?) I thought she was having a seizure because her eyes rolled and she started shaking. Turns out she fainted. I have never seen anyone faint before (expect for Marie Osmond on Dancing w/the Stars.) She turned a grayish-white color. They laid (lay?) her on the floor and put some smelling salt under her nose. When she came to she looked like she had been hit by a truck. The armpits on her t-shirt were soaking wet.
She had no memory of the event, but guess what? She had a dream. In those couple of minutes of other-consciousness, she actually had a dream. Who knew? The body and the mind are such strange things, huh?
Things happen in threes, or so they say. We’ve had two things. Will there be a third? I really don’t want to find out.
Wait! I know! Maybe I’ll be diagnosed with Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome. Ya think?!
How has your week been?
Maybe your being fitted for support hose was the FIRST traumatic thing…That would mean these were second and third and you are in the clear!
I keep wondering what our week would have been like if we played hookie from church on Sunday! I'm glad we never do that!!!!