Why? Oh, I’ll tell you why.
1. Mr. Wonderful and I sat on the beach and did absolutely nothing for two glorious days. Well, ok, that’s sort of a lie. We also walked up and down the beach, smuggled wine onto the beach, and walked to a beachside bar.
Favorite moment? Drinking wine out of a water bottle in the dark, and then attempting to contain Mr. Wonderful as he screamed up to all of the residents of our condo building, “I’m not drunk! And you know it’s true, because drunk people don’t say that!”
I told him to use his inside voice, which upset him, as we were outside. I guess he did have a point.
2. I returned to The Worst Vacation Hangover Evah. And not because of all the wine we drank. No, I had vacation hangover because I returned to a messed-up workplace, the details of which I won’t bore you with. Just feeling overworked. And under appreciated. And if I have to tell my boss what, exactly, it is that I do one more time? Well, it won’t be pretty.
3. I received a phone call at 7 a.m. on Wednesday from my lovely parental units. They have been on a cruise of the Rhine. As you do. And they had returned to the states, and wanted to let me know that a) they were back and b) they thought my dad had a heart attack in Budapest but he didn’t and it was ok because the hospital discharged him just in time for them to make their plane.
I had to call them back later in the morning when I was awake. Yes, he had chest pains. Yes, the EKG was abnormal. But the angiogram – which he had with absolutely no sedation in a hospital that was literally short on light bulbs – showed no arterial blockage. No heart attack. Just some weirdness.
So, that’s good. He now said he never wants to see Budapest again. I can’t say that I blame him. He also says that he’s just going to give his copies of the Hungarian labs (sounds like a dog breed. heh.) to his small-town family practitioner and call it good.
I am very, very blessed that my parents are vital, healthy people. I think we all appreciate that even more since my mom’s bout with breast cancer almost 10 years ago. And my parents are smart, educated people. But I can’t help think that someone is sticking their head in the sand on this one.
At what point do you (for lack of a better word) bully your elders?
You had chest pains severe enough that your surgeon brother-in-law took you to a hospital with no light bulbs. Thank god it wasn’t a heart attack, but it was still something wrong. You owe it to the people who love you and want you to be around for another 40 years to figure out what it was so that it doesn’t happen again.
Leaving it up to your small-town doc, whenever you get around to dropping the labs at his office, may not be the best way to move forward. Please, please, please reconsider this plan of action.
If you don’t, I’ll conspire with Mom. And that’s the worse threat I can imagine.