Let me start this off by this simple statement: "Bloody hell, I wanted to sleep in today!". I didn't go in until 2:30 today, and you'd think that I could get some quality sleep? Nope! I'm dragging around like some insomniac again.
Anyway, I jolted awake this morning about 7:26, about ...twenty six minutes more sleep than I normally get. I woke up because I heard the phone ring. Now, yes, we get telemarketers all the time. However, it's odd that they call that early in the morning. I grunted, pulling the sheets over my head, trying to block out the incessant ringing that seemed to be bludgeoning my eardrums to their death.
That's when I heard mom gasp in alarm, picking up the phone. We have caller ID on the television, and about that time dad would have left for work, leaving the news on for mom. She must have seen it was someone familiar and yanked the phone of the cradle, answering it. Curious, I blearily opened my eyes, teeth ground in agitation. Oh, how I savored the fading dregs of sleep.
Well, this couldn't be good. It seems that, not even three minutes away from leaving home to go to work, dad got into a pretty bad accident. The car is a company car (a Scion- you know, one of those "box" looking cars. We call it "the brave little Toaster"; quite funny looking, but cute). I can't say I want to see what's become of it- for, you see, he ran and hit a truck. He's banged up, and he has to go to the hospital, most likely.
I'm sitting here, worried to hell and back! Mom told me to stay home- I was half asleep when I stumbled in the kitchen, muttering, "What happened?" and "I'll go with you. I'll just...er...let me get my pills down me, and get dressed...".
What a FANTASTIC start to a morning! (Thank the lord for SARCASM! razz )
Seriously, though, I'm worried about dad. It's been, what, over an hour and thirty minutes now, since mom drove out to meet him? And no news? Not a single shred of information, even if it was urgently whispered over a phone call and cut short due to the situation at hand? Anything would be better than sitting here, trying to keep from my maddening fears!
The police were coming, the ice on the road was hard to see. I can't even begin to write down ALL the things that were going against him- yes, there were about five other factors.
He said his jaw got hurt, bad. I mean, seesh... I'm beginning to wonder if it's safe, at all to drive anywhere these days.
Since this is a "just occurring" event, I most likely will have an edit for information later on. If not, a post tomorrow. That is, of course, if it's more dire then we expected, or something of new interest crops up, which it tends to do these days.
...As a note... my cat's acting weird. She won't leave my side. Animals have fantastic awareness of when things are wrong. I'm not having a mental breakdown or sobbing my head off in a hysterical fit of anxiety (no, in fact I'm more or less calm). Still, she knows something is wrong. Sutkei (the kitten/cat) is extremely close to dad. Huh. Strange.
heart Peace out, ya'll! heart
And, perhaps, if it's not too much: can I ask for prayers for my dad? Thanks!
Edit 1: After posting this, about five minutes later, dad came walking through the door. He looks HORRIBLE. And I mean it! Mom came in with him. Right now they're rushing about (more like dad's shuffling in pain), and they're getting ready to take dad to the hospital to get checked out. Oh, and the car is totaled. BIG time.
Edit 2: Dad has a hurt jaw, bruised body, sore ribs, a swollen arm... The doctors' told him he can't work for a few days time. They also gave him Vicodin (Move over, Dr. House!). He's been sleeping almost all day and night. He can barely eat, thanks to the jaw pain... I took him two and a half hours to get check out at the Hospital. I'm just happy that it didn't get worse! I could have had a situation where I wouldn't have a father anymore...
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