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Well that was the scariest thing I've gone through in a while.
My sister's friend IMs me and says something like "did you hear what happened to your dad? meredith [my sister] wanted me to tell you... he fell and broke his pinky and fractured his leg" and I was like HOLY SHIT, WHAT. So my first reaction was like why the fuck didn't anyone tell me? I started crying already, because my dad... I love my dad so much, and the thought of anything happening to him is literally terrifying. I have nightmares about losing him. So I got my cell and call my dad's house, my mom's house, and my mom's cell, and get no answer. So I try calling my old school, where my dad works - the machine says they're available until 5:00 PM. It was 5:03. Shit. So I look up the number to the hospital I think he might be at, call that - no answer. What the fuck kind of hospital doesn't answer the phone? So I call my dad's best friend's cell. No answer. Now I'm getting desperate and I look through all the numbers on my cell and I'm like, oh look, I have a teacher's cell number, let's try that... so I call him and he actually answered (miracle of miracles). He hadn't heard about it but his wife had because she works in the lower school with my dad, so she told me that he had actually torn a tendon, not broken his leg. Still scary, but a little better. He was very nice and it was good to talk to him, it was nice and calming - he suggested I call the hospital again, and try the upper school number because he knew some people were still there. After I talked to him I tried those but they didn't work again, so I tried my Mom's cell one more time and THANK GOD she answered. She was driving my dad home so she gave the phone to him and I talked to him for a while. For a few minutes I was crying so hard I couldn't speak, and he was telling me to calm down. Eventually I did, and I talked to him for a little while - he said that it's easily fixable, he'll have surgery on Monday and be out of school for about a week, maybe a little more. He'll be fine after rehab. So that was good to hear. Apparently my sister is also having a breakdown, poor thing, she's not good at highly emotional things, she tends to kind of explode. I really wish I was there to be with my dad...
Seriously, when Tavia (sister's friend) IMed me and said "did you hear what happened to your dad?" a million nightmare scenarios went through my head. Since she's 10 years old, it took her like a year to type the rest of it and I was absolutely freaking out, just thinking the worst. Ugh.
I never want to go through that again.
My sister's friend IMs me and says something like "did you hear what happened to your dad? meredith [my sister] wanted me to tell you... he fell and broke his pinky and fractured his leg" and I was like HOLY SHIT, WHAT. So my first reaction was like why the fuck didn't anyone tell me? I started crying already, because my dad... I love my dad so much, and the thought of anything happening to him is literally terrifying. I have nightmares about losing him. So I got my cell and call my dad's house, my mom's house, and my mom's cell, and get no answer. So I try calling my old school, where my dad works - the machine says they're available until 5:00 PM. It was 5:03. Shit. So I look up the number to the hospital I think he might be at, call that - no answer. What the fuck kind of hospital doesn't answer the phone? So I call my dad's best friend's cell. No answer. Now I'm getting desperate and I look through all the numbers on my cell and I'm like, oh look, I have a teacher's cell number, let's try that... so I call him and he actually answered (miracle of miracles). He hadn't heard about it but his wife had because she works in the lower school with my dad, so she told me that he had actually torn a tendon, not broken his leg. Still scary, but a little better. He was very nice and it was good to talk to him, it was nice and calming - he suggested I call the hospital again, and try the upper school number because he knew some people were still there. After I talked to him I tried those but they didn't work again, so I tried my Mom's cell one more time and THANK GOD she answered. She was driving my dad home so she gave the phone to him and I talked to him for a while. For a few minutes I was crying so hard I couldn't speak, and he was telling me to calm down. Eventually I did, and I talked to him for a little while - he said that it's easily fixable, he'll have surgery on Monday and be out of school for about a week, maybe a little more. He'll be fine after rehab. So that was good to hear. Apparently my sister is also having a breakdown, poor thing, she's not good at highly emotional things, she tends to kind of explode. I really wish I was there to be with my dad...
Seriously, when Tavia (sister's friend) IMed me and said "did you hear what happened to your dad?" a million nightmare scenarios went through my head. Since she's 10 years old, it took her like a year to type the rest of it and I was absolutely freaking out, just thinking the worst. Ugh.
I never want to go through that again.
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Hope your dad is OK!
That IM must have been really scary! That's always the worst. Right at that moment when you find out that SOMETHING has happened but before you find out exactly WHAT happened!
I've been in situations like that before, not fun AT ALL!
I'm glad it didn't turn out to be anything more serious (not that it's all flowers and bunny rabbits or anything, but you know what I mean).
*hugs again*
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Hayden: *steals cookies*
...*eyeroll* *hugs again*
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S2US *LOFFMWAH*
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*GLOMPKISS*