Things have been crazy for a couple of weeks - hubby had 2 major events at the store last week, so he was crunching the hours again. By Saturday and Sunday he'd come dragging home late at night, with a sickly grey color to his complexion. He would eat just a bite and go straight to bed.
It always makes me crazy when it gets like that - it leaves me home on my own too much, with too much time to think...
Monday, he came home late after the big bus tour (Supplier's convention.) He was wiped out, as usual, and ready for bed, but I just had to tell him what I had been thinking about all day - I had decided I was going to move back home with my girls. I don't feel needed or useful here, and I felt like that was my only solution to feel like I have some purpose in life.
As I was telling him this, his speech started to slur a bit, and he crumpled to the floor!
From there it is a bit of a blur - I couldn't get any response from him, so I ran to the kitchen and grabbed the phone. I dialed 911 and kept rubbing his shoulders and talking to him until he started to respond again.
The ambulance was there in minutes, and they checked him out while I gave them all his information, and ran around trying to find his driver's license and insurance cards. They loaded him on the gurney and wheeled him out into the waiting vehicle.
Meanwhile, a second wave of panic rolled over me - I have not driven down here, AT ALL! Suddenly, I HAVE to, alone, in the dark! I had to ask directions several times, and try to make sense of them - never having seen the area that they were talking about.
I climbed in the truck, and noticed that the tank was on empty. Great.
I've never been so scared, driving down an unknown road alone at night - thinking, what if I can't find him - what if I get lost out here and wander around until I run out of gas...
But I did find the hospital, and was so thankful to know that he was in good hands.
To make a long story short, (I know, too late,) they ran him through a battery of tests to find out what happened. It was pretty much like I thought. Exhaustion, dehydration, etc.
I hope we both take lessons from the experience - he needs to delegate more at work (and not be such a control freak) and I need to realize that I am needed here, and find a way to make the best of it.
Some lessons come the hard way.
The event on Friday was a bit of a bust, in my estimation. The outdoor concert at the store didn't quite go as planned. The singer, who was scheduled to be the headliner cancelled out at the last minute, so instead there was an endless string of skanky little stick chicks who performed. They all looked and sounded exactly alike.
There was a booth set up selling hamburgers...
Back behind the show, there was a little area where kids & families could try out their calf roping skills.
It was a fun day for families, and it did bring in a lot of people who didn't even know the store was there, so in that way it was a success - I just had to be there too long... Finished my book and retired to the truck until it was all cleaned up.
Wednesday, some kids that we both worked with at Walmart came through, on their way back from their honeymoon (Disneyland.) Wayland showed them around the store, then brought them home to go to lunch with us. They stayed and visited until almost 2.
Always so nice to see people from home...
When we got back from lunch, this bouquet of roses was sitting on the porch waiting for me! (From my son and his family.)
Mother's Day was very different. I've never had one so far away from my kids.
I was able to talk to them all though - even all the little grand girls.
That's the reader's digest version of my week.
I am done wishing for excitement!
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