It wasn't more than 4 weeks ago that I was writing about how fast things can change. 3 1/2 weeks ago it was my mom who was in bad shape. The last 2 days, my dad has been in the hospital going through a battery of tests.
This isn't the first health scare my dad has been through, and each one gets increasingly scary. Not just for him... for my mom... for me... and now for Chloe. She has had anxiety since yesterday morning when we stopped by to see him at the hospital. I feel like the worst mom putting her through it and it was absolutely not my intention, of course.
She began by complaining that her head hurt and that it felt like that was an ice cube inside her brain. I chalked it up to having an "ice cream headache" because she was drinking ice water, and it was pretty short lived. Later last night, she mentioned 3-4 times that she felt as if she were floating up toward the ceiling. I immediately started questioning her about how everything else was feeling. Once I realized what was happening with her, we sat down to have a reassuring talk.
*Papa is in the hospital to get help from the doctors.
*The hospital is the best place to be for someone who's very sick.
*He WILL be okay.
*(and I may have ---lied--- and said that he would be heading home the next day)
Truth is, I don't know when he's coming home. I don't know if he'll be okay. And if he's not, I don't know that I will be okay.