Mum called me last night to tell me that Dad has been rushed to hospital because he’d had a heart attack. The Royal Flying Doctor’s picked him up and flew him down to Brisbane today because their closest hospital couldn’t look after him.
He’s having more tests tomorrow, so we’ll know what other procedures will be done then. They were talking about stents while I was at the hospital visiting him. Life is such a rollercoaster…
Last Tuesday (the Tuesday after the Easter 4wd Comp), Glen came home from work with six red roses for me. The card read something to the effect of “I couldn’t have done the weekend without you.” I loved my roses, but initially I thought that I was about to have a bad experience.
When Glen and I were first together (a long long time ago), I came home from work and Glen gave me a lovely bunch of flowers. He said that he got them just because… Then about 15 minutes later, he says “I’m going away and I don’t want you to come.”
I have only received flowers a couple of times and this is the first time that it was for a positive experience. Plus this is the first lot of roses!!! Yay!!!