Thinking about Poppop
We have been so busy today. We had a playdate with a new friend this morning, then a playdate with old friends. We had preschool, then acting class. Everything went so well, and I can't wait to blog about it when I can think about anything else but my dad.
My mom just called, lots of voices in the background. "Your dad's at Shelby County Hospital. He's fine, it was just low blood sugar. I gotta go."
Umm. Ummm...FREAKING WHAT????
I just got off the phone with the man, seriously, not three hours ago to discuss his plans for driving out here on Wednesday to visit with us for a long weekend. I guess now I'll just sit here and pretend to read my book until Meemaw calls back.
I can't believe I waited fifteen whole minutes before I called my brother to see if he might be able to tell me more than Meemaw. Of course I forgot that my brother, THE DOCTOR, had the whole week off from work and so would be standing right next to my dad's hospital bed. So here's the story as I now understand it, and I swear I am not making this up.
When I talked to Poppop earlier today, he was pulling into a client's parking lot, and they were to have a little chat. Apparently this client was in Shelbyville or thereabouts, 30 minutes away from Poppop's place of employ in Indianapolis. The chat was had, and Poppop started back to his office. Except he never got there. In the middle of Indiana farmland, Poppop's blood sugar got so low that he drove off the road and started doing donuts in a cornfield. He stopped only because the Shelby County police pulled their guns on him, NO JOKE, in order to get him into handcuffs and subsequently into an ambulance. When the EMTs checked his blood sugar, it was at 38. Normal is between 80 to 110, according to Wikipedia. Awesome.
So he's fine now, that Poppop. They just gave him some sugar and I think are even discharging him from the hospital as we speak. I think it's officially okay now to find the whole situation ridiculously hysterical. But I seriously doubt he'll be driving out to visit us next week. Cornfields are forgiving; the Appalachians are not.
My mom just called, lots of voices in the background. "Your dad's at Shelby County Hospital. He's fine, it was just low blood sugar. I gotta go."
Umm. Ummm...FREAKING WHAT????
I just got off the phone with the man, seriously, not three hours ago to discuss his plans for driving out here on Wednesday to visit with us for a long weekend. I guess now I'll just sit here and pretend to read my book until Meemaw calls back.
I can't believe I waited fifteen whole minutes before I called my brother to see if he might be able to tell me more than Meemaw. Of course I forgot that my brother, THE DOCTOR, had the whole week off from work and so would be standing right next to my dad's hospital bed. So here's the story as I now understand it, and I swear I am not making this up.
When I talked to Poppop earlier today, he was pulling into a client's parking lot, and they were to have a little chat. Apparently this client was in Shelbyville or thereabouts, 30 minutes away from Poppop's place of employ in Indianapolis. The chat was had, and Poppop started back to his office. Except he never got there. In the middle of Indiana farmland, Poppop's blood sugar got so low that he drove off the road and started doing donuts in a cornfield. He stopped only because the Shelby County police pulled their guns on him, NO JOKE, in order to get him into handcuffs and subsequently into an ambulance. When the EMTs checked his blood sugar, it was at 38. Normal is between 80 to 110, according to Wikipedia. Awesome.
So he's fine now, that Poppop. They just gave him some sugar and I think are even discharging him from the hospital as we speak. I think it's officially okay now to find the whole situation ridiculously hysterical. But I seriously doubt he'll be driving out to visit us next week. Cornfields are forgiving; the Appalachians are not.
posted by Claire at 3:30 PM
4 Comments:
saw your post on facebook so came here for more info... Glad all is well other than the most wanted poster about to go up in Shelby County for Walter Ross!
And it is hard to think of Doctor Ross right away when he is just your little brother Chrissie!
Oh my goodness Claire! What a scary situation for everybody involved. We hope your Dad is feeling better and resting at home.
Love,
Sarah et al
Thanks for the well-wishes, Sarah and Yvette. Dad's at home resting now, though I think he feels just fine. Still, better to take it easy. He may get to take those vacation days after all -- for resting and doctor's appointments.
Yikes. I was wondering what was up since I saw the facebook stuff and finally I remembered you have a blog. Silly me. I'm glad he is doing alright. That story is crazy.
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