I was on a roll..working out, feeling good...taking control. This is my destiny and my journey and I'm the only one who can derail me.
Then, I got the call....."Velma, you need to come home and bring Dad to the hospital, he's got a hernia and he needs surgery." So....I rush home, pick up dad and drive back into Portland. I stayed at the hospital, in his room until 9pm. The doctor told me what they"suspected" was wrong and what the treatment would most likely be. But, because Dad has COPD and a whole host of health problems even the littlest surgeries become big and dangerous. I left the hospital Thursday night fully expecting to return Friday morning with him in surgery.
It's now Saturday, still no surgery. In short....they don't know what is wrong with him! I missed the gym yesterday as I spent 7 hours at the hospital anxiously waiting for results from test after test after test. We've gone from an intestinal blockage, to salmonella poisoning, to a pulled lumbar muscle, to a hernia, to a blockage and now....to who knows what....stressful to say the least.
I haven't been to the gym today either and I really don't want to go. I want quiet reflection and alone time. Perhaps I will go out and sweep the driveway...it's still exercise and good, hard exercise at that....stay tuned dear reader! This will only be a small derailment, I promise.
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