Wednesday, September 26th was the beginning of my lowest point. My husband decided to return to our home 25 minutes away, to catch up on sleep. I could not blame him, the sleep deprivation made both of us even more frustrated, anxious, and quick to amp on each other things we did not mean. He left at 9pm and promised me he would return to me by 8am for the procedure at 9. Well, when he failed to post at 9 I started to get a bit angry at first, because he swore up and down, pinky promised, and gave his word he would be there for me. As 8 turned in to 9, I had the operators calling his cell phone and the house phone. None answered. By 9:30 I began to think that something else was delaying him. I had some help from an english speaking woman who was able to call our building security. They had no record of him leaving any time since arriving the night before, so he was still in the home. The security men knocked hard several times on the solid wood door, and no one answered but our chihuahua Sadie. More calls from me, my Mommy and Daddy, the floor operator,
the building security, made me panic. Fortunately my procedure was wisely postponed due to my hysterical scene combined withanxiety, pain, and fear......What has happened to my husband?
After another went by which seemed like a millenia. The security guard tried one last attempt to discover my husbands whereabouts. At about 11am, the message they translated was this-he simply had slept through his alarm clock, and having two doors closed between the bedroom and front door, he was so sleep deprived he was not awakened to the dog barking, pounding on the door, calls for his name, or phone calls. He slept a total of 16 hours. I envied him and was angry, relieved, distraught, and had reached unbearable levels of pain. It was the worst day of my life. I did manage to eat half a BigMac my husband snuck in as a peace offering. It was the most delicious two all beef patties special sauce lettuce cheese pickles onions on a sesame seed bun in the history of MacDonalds. I ate half of it before bringing it back up and into the toilet. But those fries....they were keepers.
Thursday was day 6. Quite a blur. I have to remember it, so until then. Salud!!!
the building security, made me panic. Fortunately my procedure was wisely postponed due to my hysterical scene combined withanxiety, pain, and fear......What has happened to my husband?
After another went by which seemed like a millenia. The security guard tried one last attempt to discover my husbands whereabouts. At about 11am, the message they translated was this-he simply had slept through his alarm clock, and having two doors closed between the bedroom and front door, he was so sleep deprived he was not awakened to the dog barking, pounding on the door, calls for his name, or phone calls. He slept a total of 16 hours. I envied him and was angry, relieved, distraught, and had reached unbearable levels of pain. It was the worst day of my life. I did manage to eat half a BigMac my husband snuck in as a peace offering. It was the most delicious two all beef patties special sauce lettuce cheese pickles onions on a sesame seed bun in the history of MacDonalds. I ate half of it before bringing it back up and into the toilet. But those fries....they were keepers.
Thursday was day 6. Quite a blur. I have to remember it, so until then. Salud!!!
