I have been feeling kind of sickly the past few weeks. Don’t get me wrong, I have been pretty healthy compared to the past few years, its just been a battle with my thigh (this old wheelchair cut me up pretty good). Because I don’t have a secondary insurance to help pay the “co-pays,” I cannot afford to go to the ER or worse, get hospitalized (thats about two grand ratchair). All that was to say, my daughters and friends have been worrying about me more than usual, “you guys are allright in my book!”
Imagine my surprise when my son in law bangs on my door and wakes me up from a deep (journey to the earths core deep) sleep! Asks me if I “NEED ANY HELP!” I go through the caverns of my mind thinking about stuff like “do I need to move the couch, reach some cans above the stove?” I yell out, “NOT SURE, WHAT, UM, HEY, UH, HI NATE!” Then he says to me “Danielle said you may need help. Did you call her?”
I figured this was an emergency wellness check!
“I may have called her with my face.”
Nate “Silence”
Me “um, what time is it?”
Nate “8:30″
Me “Day or night?”
Nate *silence*
Me *waiting*
Nate in a hushed tone “night, 8:30 pm”
Me “ok, I will call her, thanks for coming to save my life, sorry I was not dead.”
*door closes*
It seems my phone was next to me and I rolled over it with my face and called my kid. When I called her to apologise and see if I had called her she sais this is what took place.
PHONE RINGS *from Daddy*
Danielle “HeLLooOOOOoo Daddio!”
Me *growling sounds*
Danielle “Daddy?”
Me *raspyness*
Danielle “DADDY!!! ARE YOU OK!!!?”
Me “I need help.”
DEAD PHONE
I have no idea why I would have said that but I did. What a way to start the day.. I mean night.. I mean
*Sigh*
If you get a call from me and I am growling, just hang up on me.
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