Valentine's Day

Most of us like to spend Valentine's Day with the one that we love most.  This year I spent the day with my very first Valentine, my Dad.  I found out on Friday night that dad hadn't been feeling well all week, he started with a cold Monday night and after work on Tuesday he went home and went to bed and unfortunately there he stayed for the rest of the week.  He didn't feel like eating or drinking, all he did was sleep.  He also developed a really bad cough.  I questioned Mom as to when she was going to make him go to the doctors office but Dad was insistent that he didn't need to go.  Sunday morning I left my wonderful husband and son at home to go check on my Dad.  When I got to the house he was still sleeping and didn't look good at all.  I decided I didn't care how he felt about it, we were going to the walk in clinic to find out what was wrong.  He started referring to me as the "mean one", "trouble maker" and at one point just plain glaring at me.  I knew he wasn't happy to be going to see a doctor but I really thought it was time someone made him go.

The walk-in clinic sent him, almost immediately, to the Emergency Room.  His oxygen level was very low and he needed more help than the clinic could give.  So across the hospital we went to the ER.  Lots of tests later, and about five hours we were headed upstairs to a room.  Dad has pneumonia. 

So I got to spend Valentine's Day with a loved one, actually two Dad and Mom, but the ones I love most were at home happily watching the Daytona 500.  Sooner or later Dad will get over being upset with me dragging him out of the house and ultimately being admitted to the hospital.  I just hope he will also realize that I only did it BECAUSE I love him, he is after all ........

my First Valentine!

by Jeni