When Nana first went to the hospital in December 2018, I was out walking the dog. K called: “Where are you? You have to get back quickly — Papa had to call 911. Nana’s going to the hospital.”
That was the start.
We go through life never knowing when one event — a conversation, an accident, a fender-bender — will be the start of something entirely new, something good, something bad, but new. Different.
With Papa’s blood pressure now jumping all over the place — a high of 217/102 at the ER last night with a low while standing of 124/63 — and other challenges at home after discharge early this morning (around 2:30), I think it’s safe to say that Papa is worried that things have made a change. We’re concerned. E and L are worried.
But in the end, we all take a deep breath and adjust, relieved that tomorrow we have a follow-up appointment with his primary care physician. Lots of questions; lots to talk about; but she’s a fantastic doctor, so we go to bed with some hope.