The rule in our house is that only one of us can be a mess at any given time. Well, rules are apparently meant to be broken, because here I am in the parking lot of the emergency room at 3:30 in the morning.
The Husband is in getting scans. I can’t go in because of COVID. We tried to get me in there by saying I was needed to interpret (he’s hard of hearing), but no dice. Even with the walker and telling security that I had surgery yesterday… well, Friday.
I’m listening to my book, and writing. When the Husband gets out, we shall see if we can go home. Fortunately, there is a Hilton property a few blocks away, in case he gets pain meds.
I could, in an emergency, drive, but don’t feel great about it. …and he’s gonna be in the hospital for a few days.
I drove. It was only six blocks, but calling a cab at 4 am felt creepy. So here I am at the Hampton Inn. Prairie Peacock is going to pick me up and take me to the house to pick up some stuff, and then drop me at the hospital.
It’s always an adventure with us.