|Post surgery, lying flat as per doctor's orders.|
A week ago, I was at work and Husband called. He received a mildly concerning call from my parent. My Dad had forgotten his PIN number at Safeway. And they were headed to the ER. But my Dad was okay to drive.
Pardon me? People go to the ER for forgetting PIN numbers?
I tried in vain to reach them on their cell, but I inherited from them the never-have-the-cellphone-on-or-recharged-when-it-might-actually-be-useful gene.
So I jumped on some public transit and went to the ER to find them. Imagine my surprise to find out that they had already not only been triaged, but my Dad was being examined by the ER doc by the time I got there.
The doc did a series of coordination and neurological tests. My Dad was speaking, responding to questions in great detail.
At 10:15 as we waited in a conference room, Dad was wheeled to his room not far from us. The nurse said to him "we going to turn the corner, you might get a little dizzy" My Dad said with a visible smile, which we had not seen for days "I've been dizzy most of the last week". He meant metaphorically. That was pretty subtle stuff for a guy who didn't know his name a few hours earlier.
He was back.
We saw him a few minutes later. He was smiling. I asked him his name, his birthday and what 8 times 10 was. When he got all those right and even gratuitously threw in his PIN number, we knew it was all going to be okay.
Thank you to the many who joined us in prayer.