This is another blog post for today. Another. It’s an emergency blog post, if you will. Roughly thirty minutes ago, my 82-year-old grandfather collapsed on the floor and started shaking, mumbling utter nonsense. My dad and Grandma helped keep him on his knees and stay still. He continued to babble and struggle against my grandma and dad. A minute passed, and he had stopped shaking. 911 had already been called, and soon enough more than a dozen people were in the cramped condo, including us. A few tests were taken, jokes were exchanged (ironically), and I stood behind Grandpa as he reported the symptoms: a buzzing in his head, everything blurry and moving around in his vision, and not many other noticeable things. Information was written in a notepad. The directions to the hospital were mentioned. So much happened in those thirty minutes that I remember. Soon Grandpa was lifted and placed in a wheelchair, causing him to feel really dizzy and lightheaded. It caused him to puke. Thankfully, there was a garbage can under him and I wasn’t looking. But still, I can smell that horrid stench in this room. I believe I have emetophobia, or fear of tossing the cookies. Sorry to make this post sound a little more cheery, though there are many, many ways to say “puke.” Continuing on with my grandpa, he was whisked away to the hospital with Grandma. Welcome to now, where I’m trying to get Internet to post this. Yes, I’m typing this in a Word document. I’m definitely not going to sleep tonight. (Sigh) We at first think he had a stroke or some sort of seizure, but it’s possible it was some sort of reflex or something…I can’t remember the name of it, but it was a highly scientific term.
One little joke:
When they were testing Grandpa, they were asking him questions like “How old are you?” “Is that your wife?” “When was your anniversary?” That third question was posed and a conversation started about when everyone got married and how some couldn’t remember the year. Then I heard this:
Medic 1: Yeah, I got married right before 9-11.
Medic 2: So because you married, you threw the whole universe off balance.
Medic 3: (Examining Grandpa) Yeah, he’s a little off balance.
(Chuckles float around the room…Yeah, I know, it’s a little lame, but the way it was spoken just makes you laugh.)
ANOTHER UPDATE: We just got a phone call and we now know it was a stroke.