Got that call. You know the one. The one where your mother or father calls to tell you that something happened and we're at the hospital. It happened last night. A trip. A fall. A gashed head. A huge bruise on the arm and shoulder. My dad passed out hours later and now we suspect that there may be a brain hemorrhage, made worse by the blood thinner Kumadin.
I went into full motion, arranging a flight with a friend from SRQ to Ft Lauderdale. Made it over this morning and now I sit waiting for test results from the MRI. Hopefully we'll get released tonight or tomorrow but will have to play it by ear.
View from the backseat of Ted's plane. Flying from Sarasota to Ft Lauderdale.
