Very Stressful Weekend

I just came out of a very stressful weekend. It all started on Wednesday when I was at work. I got a voicemail from my mom saying "Don't worry, but your Papa (her dad) is in the hospital. His leg (that has been bothering him for months) was red and swollen and hurting." So, when someone tells you not to worry, don't you immediately do the opposite? The rest of my night was shot and I could not concentrate on anything. The next day, Kelly and I ditched class early to go visit him. He was just hanging out watching the Tigers lose. He looked tired, but all right. My aunt came down from Canada the next morning before his surgery. What surgery, you say? There were no less than five blockages in the arteries in his legs, which is one of the reasons he has not had feeling in his legs for the past few years. He was to have an extensive angioplasty to get rid of them. He went in to surgery on Friday at 2:30pm. He was supposed to be in at noon. He got out at 8pm. I was a wreck at work. I told them if a phone call came from me, I was leaving immediately. No ifs, ands, or buts. A phone call would mean the worst. Thankfully, there was no phone call. He came out beautifully. He has feeling back in his right leg, and his left leg, the bad one, has circulation. He can wiggle his toes for the first time in years. On Sunday, I took my aunt Dee to dinner at Famous Dave's (because that was the only way for her to see Kelly) and before we left the hospital, he was shuffling to the bathroom (using a walker), and it did not hurt. He has had shooting pains when he walked for many years. This might have been his own little miracle, and he deserves it 100% Now, for Kelly. Sunday morning she woke up and her chest hurt, like it was congested. I had to work, but I got her chest congestion meds and doped her up. She was feeling moderately better by the time Dee and I got to see her at Famous Dave's. Monday morning, she was worse. She had to go to work at A&W, and about an hour and a half into work she called me in tears. That is the worst feeling ever. I raced over and took her to the medical clinic to see a doctor (since my dad is in Vegas, the asshole, hehe). We sat in the waiting room for over an hour and a half. When we were seen, the doctor mistook Kelly's explanation of chest congestion and pain when breathing to mean "I am having a heart attack." ...which was wrong. They didn't do too many tests since her insurance does not kick in until December, and we got the prescriptions for free. She gave us Advil, Clarinex, and Thalomycin (or something like that). The rest of the day I took care of my baby. She felt like crap and thought she was being a burden. I just know that the next time I get sick, she is going to have her hands full. I just like being able to take care of her. Today, she is sleeping and I am at school. I just kicked the butt of a test and have a presentation in about twenty minutes. After that is a break and then my last class before returning home for the day to pamper her. If she is lucky, I will get her The Little Mermaid.