A Not-So Welcome Home

Well....In my last post you could tell that I missed my babies and was excited about seeing them!! Though I was sad to leave Park City because I didn't really feel like I got to enjoy it this year, after being sick and so tired... I was honestly ready to get home to my bed and my food and my home.

Monday morning I once again wake up at the ACD of 4:15am!! Yes... I know I just slept 14 hours a day for 3 days, but I was all caught up and now I'm right back into my deficit! We arrived at the airport at around 5am and started working our way through the pandemonium that is the airport.

I quite honestly didn't behave myself very well. :) I had been explaining to Adam all weekend that I was actually looking forward to turning 30 this year because I felt that I was "growing" as an individual... Well, he said I lost several years after exiting the airport security line. :)

In all seriousness... I'm all for the security of our nation and I've never had a problem with the security lines before... But this was just plain OVERKILL....

Step1: Print boarding pass and show id to person to check baggage
Step 2: Proceed through security line and show id and boarding pass to get into the security area.
Step 3: Take off shoes, jacket, jewelery, etc... load all belongings into bins to slide through detection screening.
(Ok with everything so far, nothing too unusual. Here's where it gets ridiculous)
Step 4: Load my saved water bottles that are the only thing I can drink at the moment without making me nauseous only to have them confiscated by the security man. "No liquids through this point." I was like they're not even open... Didn't matter, so my first little "moment" is when I told him to enjoy my waters while I had to go pay $4 for another one rather sarcastically. :I
Step 5: Get yelled at by same security man to once again show id and boarding pass AGAIN. Is it normal to show it AGAIN??? Adam says yes, so I dig it out and proceed.
Step 6: Move into this air sprayer container thing that sprays you with air in testing for gun powder residue???? WHAT??? Never done this before. AND the doors took no kidding forever to open as if they'd found something on me or something. It was retarded.
Step 7: Get patted down by lady in security for wearing a "hooded shirt" which she just so happen to realize wasn't hooded after she'd felt me up all over the front and turned me around to the back side... "Sorry." Yeah right.
Step 8: Ma'am... We're going to need to look in your bag. So now I'm like great. She scans all over it with this little pencil thing then proceeds to open it and go through the entire contents. Apparently I was in violation of the 3:1:1 rule. You know... 3 oz, in one container in one bag. Well, I made it from Atlanta to Salt Lake that way, now suddenly it was a problem. She puts all of my stuff in this baggie and starts explaining this rule thing to me. Well... unfortunately for us all I was EXTREMELY tired, nauseous, low on food, and VERY grumpy. Normally I don't say anything in these types of situations, but today I'd just had it and was being a royal B$%^&! When she finally took my brand new bottle of $8 lotion that I had just purchased because it was 7.5oz instead of 7oz, I retreated to a bratty teenager and didn't really say anything but you could tell I was boiling inside. My final straw... and I'm so sorry to admit that I actually did this... I can attempt to blame it on the timing and circumstances, but ultimately I must face that I behaved badly in that I actually coughed on the ladies equipment! I know... really stupid.... :) But I'd like to think that ultimately I've grown through the situation and will try NOT to let my personal issues interfere with my behavior in the outside world. :)

So I have the entire 4 hour plane ride to reconnect with my inner self. We get home and see the kiddos and give them their little gifts and everything is good and fine. Gracie had ballet practice that we all went to to watch. On my way to her class, I send Marit a text to check in with her and make plans to pick her up at the airport later that night. She was to fly home on Monday as well and since she rode to the airport with me and Adam, I was going to head back over there that night to pick her back up.

Well she sends me a message back saying that she had been in a little bike wreck and was still in the E.R. That she and Liz were ok, but she was getting checked out. So of course I'm freaking out wondering if she's really ok and worried about her. But she assures me she'll be fine and will call me when she gets discharged.

In the meantime... my Mom is at our house still from staying with the kids over the weekend and when she calls to talk to my Dad for a second, she says that it sounds like he's not feeling well. She insists on calling back in 30 min to check on him and when she does he assures her that he's fine.

So I proceed with dinner and trying to pick up my yet again disaster of a house when my sister calls to say that something isn't right with my Dad. Just for a little history... he's Diabetic, had a heart attack 8 years ago, has 3 stints in his heart or blood vessels where ever those things go, he has high blood pressure, and has had many issues for quite sometime. He smoked for A LONG time all the way up until his heart attack and hasn't lit up ever since, but... you know... sometimes things develop and there's no turning back. He's never SUPER healthy. He's always had these chronic issues, but generally he's fine. Well as soon as my sister said that he was delirious and didn't really know what he was talking about yet his blood sugar level was fine... we got scared.

So off to Carrollton, an hour away from my house to meet her and my brother-in-law Gary with my Dad. MANY phone calls later and SEVERAL hours. They decide my Dad had a mini-stroke and want to admit him for further testing.

In the meantime I talk to Marit shortly enough to find out that her situation is more complicated than originally thought. She's suffering from some nerve damage and they're admitting her to the hospital there in San Deigo.

After an EXHAUSTING day, I finally hit my bed at 12:30am after being up for over 20 hours straight and with my Dad and my new friend Marit both in the hospital!!

The updates as of now is that Marit is unfortunately having to undergo some surgery to alleviate some nerve damage to her pelvic/bladder area. She'll be in San Deigo for a few more days and her Dad and husband are both flying out there now to help her. Her car is still at my house, but of course I told her NOT to worry about that. When she needed it, we'd get it to her. So PLEASE be thinking about her and her speedy recovery!

After more tests they are now thinking that my Dad did NOT have a stroke, but is suffering from more heart complications that may be associated with his kidneys....He's in the cardiac wing over in the hospital in Carrollton and is doing fine, but they're trying to figure out what's going on. His blood pressure was like 250/132 and is still fluctuating, so a specialist has been called in to try to solve the mystery. I'm guessing he won't be released today or maybe for a few more days, so we're continuing to think and pray about him.

After my 12:30 bedtime... Cooper promptly woke me up at 6am throwing up. Apparently, he has now gotten the infamous stomach bug going around. So no school for him today... However, he's actually in great spirits and is currently bugging the mess out of his sister, so the bug hasn't knocked him out on the couch as it did me!

So... If you've made it this far in my blog, you're probably super depressed by now!! :)

I'm sorry!!

I'm sure everything is going to be fine. Marit is going to have a super quick recovery and be back racing and kicking everyone's butt come end of season! :)

My Dad I'm sure will be fine. More medication and he'll go back to his cute, stubborn self. Why is it so hard to convince a 63 year old man to go to the Dr. or that if you've maybe had a stroke you might need to spend the night in the hospital "just to be sure??" I mean... BIG stubborn old man! :) But of course I adore him and am a Daddy's girl, so he'll be fine, simply because he has to!!

Hopefully, Cooper will be back in school tomorrow and within the next day or two life will return to a semblance of normal.

Until then... you may want to be thinking of us all!!

Thanks everyone!
K :)