And I’m The One Who’s Dyslexic
We took advantage of the beautiful weather this weekend and got out of the house. Lot’s of walking and lot’s of parks. Sunday afternoon Nate decided to run a few errands. After he left Ethan and I walked to a large park which is very close to our house. There is a lot of room to play and run around, plus it has a lake with ducks. A park with duck poop is the best time ever! I left this note on the door figuring Nate would be back in about an hour and he could come pick us up.
About an hour and a half later Nate drove up with this panicked look on his face. Turns out he read the “come pick us up” part and then skipped down to the words “hospital” and “hurry.” In a state of panic he drove to the hospital we frequent down the road, looking for us. When he couldn’t find information on us in the ER he drove back home and re-read the note in its entirety. The park we went to is on the grounds of a State Hospital.
I can certainly understand his panic. (I guess the hurry part with three explanation points didn’t help.) A little over two years ago Nate was at work when he received a phone call that would change a person’s heart forever. My son and I were involved in a serious car accident in which an elderly driver crossed the center line and hit us head on. The only thing the sheriff told him was it was pretty bad and that he should meet the helicopter at the hospital. He sat in that same ER he went to today for over an hour waiting. When Ethan finally arrived by ambulance he was relieved to find him relatively unharmed. The heart wrenching moment came when they informed him I was at a hospital across town and they had already “lost” me twice. The outlook was grim. During these past few years he’s spent his fair share time in ER’s, operating waiting rooms, doctor offices and hospital rooms.
My intention was not to scare him today. Never did I dream he would jump to conclusions without reading it fully, but I guess since that is the world we’ve lived in lately he couldn’t help it. Thankfully his trip this time was short and we won’t get billed for it!
My name is Emily. I’m 30 years old. I have often been told that I ask a lot of questions, but I think I have more to say than ask.
You guys have been through so much!
And there you were at the park. Funny, and yet sobering all at the same time. Glad everyone is okay this time!
Wow. It sounds like you’ve had a lot to deal with.
It’s a good thing that this time it was nothing more than a walk in the park.
Thanks for stopping in at madmarriage today. Wow, you are a survivor. Glad you’re able to park it these days. Duck poop and all, parks and one’s health are things to be thankful for.
Oh, also, you’ve been tagged with a Thinking Blogger Award.
i have to admit, i saw the sign and did kinda the same thing…i thought “wow, she took the time to make such a nice heart on the note while rushing to the hospital in whatever emergency i am about to read about and gee i hope it isn’t too terrible…”
mind you, i don’t KNOW that you guys have a park by the hospital.
but given the story of the accident last year (yikes, wow, scary indeed) i guess once bitten, twice panicky makes sense.
congrats on the thinking blogger!
Sure, you’re just trying to scare the poor guy to death to collect the life insurance, right?
Wow! I can’t believe what you guys have been through! So horrifying. I hope Nate’s recovered from this scare! oy!
oh my gosh…even i panicked when i read your note!!!
yikes!
duck poop.
miscommunication.
glad to hear that you’re okay from that car wreck.
well poor nate! I can see how this note was read as - EEK SOMETHING BAD HAS HAPPENED - although the heart was a nice touch and seemed to be at odds with the note itself!!
scary stuff about the car accident - congrats on the thinking blogger thingy!
I read the note and assumed duck poop just tends to drive you insane! The post gave me chills!