For today’s assignment, I was supposed to find a receipt and say what I can remember about the day I made the purchase.

My husband and I got in around 1 in the morning after driving home from his martial arts class 3 /12 hours away in Houston.  We were exhausted and probably fell asleep by 1:30 or 2:00am.  Suddenly, I was awakened by David fiddling with my phone around 3:45am.  Because my ringer was silenced, I didn’t know my daughter had been calling and texting for 30 minutes straight.  David woke up somehow and alerted me.

She was at the emergency room with heart palpitations brought on by unknown causes.  A friend of hers got her to the hospital and my grandmother kept the baby.  I sat in the room with her and her friend for a few hours talking, reassuring, and asking the doctors questions they couldn’t answer.

When it became apparent that it was going to be a few more hours before she would be released, the doctors were declaring all the major systems working fine, and her friend was planning to stay with her, I headed home to sleep some more.  I was exhausted and running on fumes.

My alarm was set for 9:30am because I had a 10:00am appointment to get my Depo shot.  From there I headed to my grandmother’s to check on my daughter and granddaughter.  On the way, my Mema asked if I could stop by Walgreens and pick up Lydia’s prescription for an anxiety med.  The doctors ruled her episode a panic attack brought on by anxiety.  Who knows if that is the real diagnosis.  My grandbaby Charlotte was in a great mood, running all over and entertaining everyone.   My sister and brother-in-law were there, too.  It was good fun.

The rest of the day was spent relaxing with my husband watching episodes of Community and Friends.  We made salmon for dinner and enjoyed a day off on a weekday.  It was President’s Day and my school was closed.  David’s company was shut down, too.  We had a lovely relaxing evening.  He painted.  I wrote.  Life was good.  It started scary and rough, but ended well.

I think one of my favorite moments was at 3 something am when my sweet husband offered to accompany me to the hospital.  He was even more tired than me after hours of martial arts, but offered to come with me.  I am a lucky, lucky woman.