So last Monday, my grandmother passed away after a long decline and after several years of worsening Alzheimers… After all the details were settled, I made flight arrangements for Doug and me to fly into Vegas and drive my parents out to California for the viewing and services and since it was going to be so close to Thanksgiving, we decided to stay for Thanksgiving, too…
Hours before our flight was going to take off, one of my crowns popped off in my mouth… It didn’t damage anything and it sat fine when I put it back on, but it wasn’t something I wanted to deal with just before I fly off for a funeral, you know? I toyed with the idea of crazy gluing it back on, but Doug vetoed that idea and it didn’t pop off easily, so I left it as is…
I should have taken that as a hint of things to come
The viewing and funeral went fine, the usual family drama but nothing too terrible… The viewing was on Sunday and the funeral on Monday and we were going to drive my parents back to their house on Tuesday. We went back to stay at my brother’s house for one more night and when we came out the next morning, my mom’s car had a flat. Turns out that her two rear tires were completely hosed and had to be changed before we could get them home to Vegas…
After calling my mom to tell her the bad news, we changed the flat tire and repacked everything in the trunk… I got out my phoen to call her back and my phone was frozen up… so I tried to reboot and the power button wouldn’t work… I took out the battery and let it rest and put the battery back in and still no luck… I have NO idea what happened to my hpone, but it had mysteriously stopped working and even now, is out of commission…
We used Doug’s phone to call my mom and then went to get her so she could pay for the tires and run some other last minute errands before going home… The plan was that Doug was going to drive my brother’s 2005 Toyota Matrix and follow my mom in her 2000 Lexus GS400 to the tire store… On the way to the store, Doug rear-ended my mom on the street and wrecked my brother’s car and smashed the crap out of the rear of my mom’s car… Good thing that my family loves him, huh? Luckily no one was injured and, while the Matrix had to be towed back to my brother’s house nobody was freaking out about it… Except for Doug, of course… The Lexus’ trunk was bashed in and the frame looked all tweaked to the left and we were weren’t sure we were going to be able to get it back to Vegas… After our mechanic friend looked at it, he said it could be driven, but needed to be fixed ASAP…
After all the drama with the wreck and everything else, on Wednesday morning we are driving back to my parents house and I am driving… and I start coughing… and over the next 4 hours it gets worse and worse to the point where I have to stop and make Doug drive the rest of the way to Vegas…
When we get to Vegas, I immediately head to bed and start pounding the cold meds… but no good
I am sick as hell and feverish and coughing and eventually throwing up all night long… The next morning, I am getting worse and my fever spikes to over 102 degrees… so Doug and I spent Thanksgiving in the Emergency Room in Vegas… After 2 liters of IV fluid, a Chest X-Ray, 2 different kinds of painkillers, 2 different anti-nausea meds and being on oxygen for 4 hours, I finally get out of the ER at 11 PM and we head to the hotel to try to sleep it off…
The next morning, Doug starts coughing and is getting the same symptoms as I had – but thanks to my hospital visit we know how to minimize his symptoms… By the afternoon, both of my parents are also coughing
I managed to get everyone sick for their Thanksgiving weekend… Plus I am still the sickest out of everyone and need to go back to the doctor today…
Saturday morning rolls around and Doug and I have to leave early as our plane takes off at 10 AM… After the week we’d had, we just wanted to get home… We get to the airport in plenty of time and the plane arrives and everyone is getting off the plane and just before they are going to load us on, they announce that we are going to be delayed because the plane hit a bird on its way in and they have to clean it up… and then 20 minutes later they announce that the bird hit a light and cracked it so they have to repair it before we can leave… All told, we were delayed about 90 minutes… Just our luck, huh?
We got home and everything is fine, aside from my still being sick… I am going to try to get better meds for my cough from the doctor today, but we’ll see how that goes…
I certainly hope everyone else had a better week than us…