Deb Smouse

Those of you who really know me….know that I was always a Daddy’s Girl.  I may be a bit of a girlie girl now, but I was a tomboy - preferring to go to the auto parts store on a Saturday morning than stay home and play with my dolls.  I would spend hours on the golf course with him….or just whatever.  Ya know?

I have gone spells when I don’t speak wtih my family, but the issues have never been about my dad.  My mother is a whole ‘nother story…

I got a phone call yesterday….well into the afternoon.  Daddy was being taken to the Emergency Room.  You would think it was my mother that called me. but no.  it was my sister.

Thing is, my mother didn’t call my sister, either - she called my brother-in-law.  My sister remembered to call me, finally.  So, I dealt with everything via phone….as I was still in DC - and by the time they called,….well, it was too late forme to get out - and there was nothing I could do.

He is OK now.  He had a heart attack.  The ended up putting a stent in one of his arteries last night as it was 99% blocked.  I am on my way home now.

I’m getting tired of this, though.  I may be a bit of a blacksheep at times, but it doesn’t mean I need to be treated as such……

I will time my visit to the hospital tonight AFTER my mother’s last visit today.