A Birthing Story.

But not really!

I woke up this morning to a pounding on my door. Before I could even get my mind to realize it wasn't a stampede of drunken elephants, my door swung open. There stood my father panting, in track pants and a winter sweater. What...the...? My normally well dressed father looked like he had gotten dressed in the dark. There he stood, panting and moaning.

" What is wrong?!", I exclaimed, still slightly in dream world.

He explained that he was feeling pain in his leg and the surgeon had instructed him to go to the hospital. All i could picture was-this is what it would be like to take someone in labor to the hospital. For a few minutes I felt like I was in a time warp and my father was having a baby. I blame to semi-asleepness.

So I haul out of bed screeching about my wild lady hair, and begin frantically looking for clothes.

"Don't you worry, I'll get you there!", I half mumble as I continue digging. A throat clear from behind me.

"We ..uh... don't need to be there until 1:00", he informs me. I glance at the clock which proudly tells me it is not even 10 yet, meaning I still have a few more hours of sleep. At this point I think my body went into instant snooze. I gently pushed him out before closing my door and crawling back into bed.

Needless to say, I am now up,showered ,dressed and a little bit skeptical. He claims he has been in unbareable pain all night. Yet he is sitting downstairs watching old cowboy movies and drinking coffee, laughing away. Something feels off, like I might still be dreaming? I think maybe he just needs a little more attention than one person has to give him.

hmm. More to come on what I am sure will be an interesting emergancy visit