Laura Vegas

i have some random thoughts to share … and a few older layouts like i promised. but i have to tell this story while it’s fresh.

yesterday joe got up around 4:00 … he works nights and sleeps during the day. he was up for a bit and then thought he’d run to the bank to deposit our loads of money. lol! he was back in a few minutes though saying something about there were 2 trains so he turned around … didn’t make much sense … but whatever. then he took both the girls to run alyssa over to soccer practice.

when he and sarah got back sarah ran in telling me that "dad ran into a pole with the van" … completly broke the headlight, but that’s most of the damage. he comes in the house and was acting really funny. said he felt dizzy and lightheaded. started saying all kinds of strange things. he was walking funny. he laid on the couch and fell asleep. so i got him up a few minutes later and told him dinner was ready. he got up and came to get something to drink and fix up his plate. but his movements were really slow and real shaky. he just didn’t look right. seemed totally confused and wasn’t really responding. after he ate he went back on the couch and fell asleep again.

i swear the first thing i thought of was that he was having a stroke. i don’t even know much about it … but i was convinced that was it. i turned the computer on and did a quick search. all the symptoms were dead on. so i called my dad … my go-to doctor. he said to just watch him and see how he did. maybe he was just overly tired. maybe he knocked something out when he hit the pole. i had to pick up alyssa at practice though … i was scared to leave him here. he wouldn’t really respond to me and i couldn’t get him to get up. so i asked my dad to come check him out while i picked up alyssa. i even took the long way home because i just had a terrible feeling. i was scared to come home and find that there really was something wrong. we got back and my dad seemed to think he was ok … just shook up from something.

so he just slept on the couch. i got the girls fed … took them upstairs for showers … and we hung out upstairs doing some stuff. i kept coming down to check on him … make sure he was still breathing. i came down at one point to get the girls some ice cream … and he all of the sudden woke up started asking where his ice cream was. so he had a bowl. i heard sarah yelling that dad needed help getting off the couch. but he got up … came upstairs and as soon as he layed down he was asleep again.

and of course … i’m sitting there worried out of my mind. i tend to be real paranoid about things like that. thinking the worst … like something is seriously, deathly wrong. but i won’t call a doctor or anything because what if it’s really nothing … i’d hate to bother them. but i kept reading all this stuff about strokes … i was still convinced that’s what it was. and they say you shouldn’t sit and wait to see if symptoms get better. every minute with something like that is crucial.

i finally got the girls to bed … made sure joe was still breathing … and came downstairs to finish cleaning stuff up before bed. i went to get out my medicine to take before bed. and i noticed one of my pill bottles wasn’t on my shelf in the cabinet. i found it on joe’s shelf with all his asthma stuff. so i took out the bottle and for some reason decided to count the pills … i had just got a refill on monday so i knew only 3 of the pill should be gone. but there were 4 gone.

the wingnut took one of my sleeping pills!!!

omg … i couldn’t believe it. it explained everything so perfectly! when he gets up in the afternoon he takes his asthma medicines … inhalers, pills, nose sprays, the works. his allergies are super bad so he’s got tons of stuff. it was totally by accident. not sure why he just grabbed a bottle without reading what it was. every time i take anything i make sure to read what i took out to make sure it’s right. although i was still worried because i didn’t know if for some reason he had took one before coming upstairs. there could have still been something going on … and he just took the pill in his confused state. but i had a feeling he had taken it in the afternoon.

so … he had actually driven the girls in the car … an hour after taking a sleeping pill. i guess we’re lucky the only thing he hit was a pole. and it’s a good thing he didn’t have to work last night. this morning he finally woke up and the first thing i asked him was "when exactly did you take my sleeping pill?". he just looked at me funny … and said "ohhhhh, that’s what was going on". lol! i’ve been calling him an idiot all day. lol! i swear he had me thinking the worst … i was scared more than i want to admit.

although now i can laugh about it. i told him "you do know that i’m telling everyone about this, right?". he said he knew i would. although he just walked by and saw me hiding what i was typing … right away he said he knew i was posting this on my blog.

i told him "how could i not!". lol!