|Dad, the prior visit, in much better health.|
"They're all gone," Budget said. "Minimum 8 day rental, $516," Avis said. Enterprise set me up for a one-way for less that $200 (and gas and a cab back from the airport) as long as I dropped off the car at the airport within near 24 hours of when I rented it. It was for a family emergency. Patty, at Enterprise, seemed to care more about me than maximum profit potential, which is my experience overall with Enterprise.
Driving up the Keys coast from Marathon is a slow and painful process, but it was hard not to burn rubber on the open roads of Highway 75, aka "Alligator Alley" which bisects Florida's East-to-West coasts. Along the way Dad's. "You really don't need to come" was overshadowed by Anna, my best friend's righteous and right-on advice, "You Dad needs a health advocate, ASAP. You need to go." Besides, I was worrying too much not to go. Unproductive worry sucks. "Do what you need to do," Wayne said.
"Welcome to 'Phase 1' of the child-parent role reversal," Daniel reminisced, as we chatted before my cell phone dropped into a dead zone on 'the alley.' "All my Mazamas friends are somewhere in that continuum with their parents. Here's our story...." That was Saturday night, December 28th.
At 1 am, December 31st, after a light tap on "my" guest bedroom door, my Dad urgently asked, "Take me to the hospital,"
|My husband, and Journey, our Pearson 365 ketch sailboat|
are in this mooring field in Marathon's Boot Key Harbor.
"Ummm, you may want to take this with apple juice or diet cranberry," Dad's nurse Christine advised. Dutifully, Dad slugged down his powdered 'orange' potassium supplement with diet cranberry juice. "My New Year's cocktail!" he joked.
Dad is a good sport, taking on with a truly admirable level of grace the many indignities foisted upon him by the medical profession to carry on alive at 89 years young into 2014, definitely beating the odds. Not in my wildest imagination did I expect to spend the holiday in a room with my Dad witnessing him learning to piss like a racehorse (literally) to save his life. But damn, I'm glad HE is here.
|Wayne, who promises TLC|
upon my return.
We push past a lot of excuses to cruise. Still, sometimes life gets in the way. Like cruising, being truly present is what life is all about. Even when it's in a hospital for New Year's.
May your New Year be filled with joy, and far less drama.