Day 7of October

TGIF or Holy Crap, what a Friday! Not sure which way to go!!!
First of all, despite everything that has happened today, I feel my energy is still pretty positive - it's everyone's elses that needs to be worked on!!!!
Bill left for work this morning; a little tired - he hasn't been sleeping well; he thinks he might be coming down with something; feels congested (more of that later) Then it's Patrick's turn; he's already to go but can't find his shuffle. Checks out in the car - not there - looks all over the house - bus is coming in 10 minutes - so he gathers up his stuff and decides to check the car one more time - nope not there. I press the remote to lock the car, as I stand in the house. Ahhh, peace and quiet. I've been up since 4:00 amish, because I can't sleep either. So I'm thinking it's a pretty good idea to go back to bed for an hour. Oopps - 10:00 before I wake up. That's ok because I've got 2 hours before I need to leave to pick up Sam. I'm moving slow, but I'm moving.
Time to leave for work - grab my stuff, head to the car, open the door (you know it's coming) put the key in the ignition - IT WON'T START AGAIN!!!!! It doesn't take me long to figure out - Patrick left the lights on again, only this time, it's the interior lights - you know to find his Ipod shuffle!!!! I look to the left, I look to the right - two vehicles I could move to start the car - but their not my vehicles - I'm pretty sure I can do it - but what if I do something to them. K, I don't have time to call Dad this time because by the time he gets up here, gets me started, Sam and I won't have enough time to get school stuff done. So I have to cancel class with Sam. I can sense the disappointment in her voice.
Now I'm pissed - not angry, not disappointed, but pissed. I probably should have cooled off a little before I sent my nasty text to Patrick. It took us a few text's before we both had calmed down, apologized and moved on. Probably took me a little longer. There is even a happy ending and a couple of lessons learned in this story. Patrick figured out how to get to and from his hairdressers way down south (macleod and heritage drive). Plus, when Patrick got home, he moved the truck closer to my car and I taught him how to boost the vehicle. We considered keeping this a secret from Bill - but really, that's not my strongest quality.
So the day gets even more interesting. Bill comes home from work, and he is dragging his butt. He is in the closet getting changed (it's a big closet) and he's sitting on the floor, and it is difficult for him to catch his breath. We both agree he needs to get himself checked out. We just can't agree when. I suggest ASAP, he suggest's when he's ready. Of course we do it his way. In the meantime he tells me my tires look flat. So I turn on the air compressor and fill my tires (don't want him to have any excuses for not going to the hospital) He finishes his supper; checks out the paper work on his desk. Finally he drags himself to the garage door. I've now convinced him this isn't normal for him (maybe for me) and he agrees we can go to emergency.
One good thing about emergency - if you tell them you can't breath, they get you in right away. So without going into the entire 5 hour ordeal, turns out Bill has two blood clots; one on each lung. They are probably from his recent surgery. I think he feels better already, just knowing it was something, and not the fact he's just getting older.
So now I'm home, he's still in the hospital waiting to be admitted. He promised to call in the morning to let me know where he is. He also promised to relax and take it easy. So I get home, check me emails, and there is one from Bill to Ashley, explaining some paper work. That means he's laying in the hospital emergency bed, and still not relaxing. What am I going to do with that guy.!!!!! I could go on, but like I said, I myself am still feeling positive energy, and I'd like to keep it that way; so I'm off to bed.

Night!
Stacey