Well tonight is the 2nd night my brother-in-law (C) has been in the hospital.
Steve got sick last week, about Tuesday, and he was around C then. Well, C was sick… Friday? I guess was when it all started. He had a sore throat and thought that he had strep. Steve thought that he had strep as well, but his was gone after a few days. Well anyway, yesterday, Monday, C goes to the doctor, I guess because he can’t stand it anymore. That was at 11:15am. He came by here about 1:00pm and had spots in both his arms where they’d taken blood. He said that they thought he had a heart disease or something and that he had to be back over there at 1:30, possibly going to the hospital.
My mother-in-law happened to be here at that time (because she was dropping Sheila off), so he left his truck and she took him over. My father-in-law met them over there, and I had Sarah, Sheila, and Elizabeth (who came by later) here. They came back later and said that he had to go stay in the hospital that night. So he went home to shower and then his parents took him up. It was the first time I’d ever seen my mother-in-law cry… for that matter, it was only the second time I’d ever seen her show any extreme emotion, the first being… well, that’s another story.
Find out later yesterday that they say the sore throat infection moved into his heart. This is totally wierd, he is only 6 months older than me, 23. So they were going to hook him up to an IV for antibiotics, and do some more tests.
We were up there tonight and he doesn’t know anything. Apparently, the doctors up there don’t have their act together. Heck, his doctor that he went to didn’t even call the hospital to let them know he was coming in, so when he got there last night, they were all, “what’s this about?” But C just keeps saying that he’s going to break out and that he doesn’t think anything’s wrong with him. He said something about the doctors saying they are going to put him on some valium. I guess that might have to do with the fact that they are going to do a camera thing to look at his heart. By sticking it down his throat? That I do not understand.
Today I asked Sarah (she ended up staying a second night) if she wanted to call him. She never would give me a straight answer, so I came to the conclusion that she wanted to, but was afraid to call the hospital. I guess she figured she’d have to talk to a stranger to ask for her brother. So I ended up calling and talked to him for a few minutes then I gave the phone to her and walked off for a minute. I came back in the room just in time to hear her say, “I miss you.” AWW. She is such a sweet little thing. The sad thing about it is that the family doesn’t seem to show much emotion to one another - you know they love each other, but I never hear them say it. I was so… shocked…? Well more like honored… something. Anyway, the other day, I was all those things and more when Sheila called us from Georgia. She asked if we’d pick her up the next day and I talked to her a few minutes. When we were getting off the phone, she said, “Bye, I love you!” I was just like aw how sweet, and it was nice to hear, because like I said, they don’t really say it that often.
I guess I never got into what happened between me and Sheila in Springfield, did I? Continue reading ‘:-(’
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