I'm baaaaaack! Sorry it's been so long. I checked my blog stats before getting started tonight and I can't believe I got 5 hits on May 6th and I haven't written anything in almost 2 years. It has been too long, but I wasn't really in the right state of mind for a minute. Now however...I'm in a great state of mind!
I have sooooo many things I would like to write about that I really don't know where to start. I guess if I kinda start in order of importance that would make the decision easy. So I'm gonna tell you a story about my Brother.
I got a call from my Brother a couple of days before Easter asking if I had anything going on. I told him we were gonna have dinner at my house at about 3pm or 4pm. He said he would try to make it, but he couldn't make any promises. I told him, I hoped he could, even if he just popped in for a few. He called on Easter Sunday and said he would be by at about 4pm or so, which was gonna work out perfect cuz we basically just sat down when he arrived. Boom, Bang, set an extra place, got him a glass of Licka (Jack Daniels...My House, My Flavor, bring your own if you don't like Whiskey, Bourbon, or Scotch :) and we're good to go. I made a BAD ASS Turkey, I'm talkin outta of a commercial type shit!!! Juices runnin all down the breast as it was getting sliced up. Goot Lord!! Sausage in the stuffing too!!!! Damn, My mouth is watering. BTW, who doesn't put sausage in the stuffing?? That shit just don't seem right to me. My Gram woulda been so proud of me, miss you Gram! Anyway, back to the story. So after dinner we run up to the store real quick and my Brother tells me that he is going to make a conscious effort to be around the family more. I tell him, "That's great dude, we love to have you around!" He then tells me that he has been writing back and forth with my Mom who is in North Carolina for the Winter. UHHHHHH, HEY DUDE, I'M supposed to be the favorite! Quit tryin to become the favorite. LOL. Both my Brother's say I'm the favorite! So, we get back to my house and we are out back drinkin and carrying on how we do and all of a sudden he says, "Let's take a picture." Now for my Brother this is way outta character. He generally doesn't like to be in pictures. My Mom and Dad on the other hand, they are the Grand-Poperatsee (sorry if I butchered the spelling). My Mom always takes a picture, shit, picturessssssss if we are over. Which I have to say, I love. Pictures are worth 1000 words, EASY! Back to my Brother though. I'm so caught off guard by this, I say, "Of what Dude?" He says, "Of me and you Dummy!" So we take one and he says, "Naaa, that's not a good one, let's take another." I'm like what????? So we take another, NOPE, not a good one! Bang, third times a charm. He likes it and we're good. To wrap up Easter real quick, he hangs out for a while after that, takes some more pictures, and takes a video of my Daughter dancing downstairs. I tell him I was glad he came by and business as usual right???? WRONG, lemme fast forward (>>>>>>>) 2 days!
Tuesday, I get up and get ready for work. I'm expecting a nice easy day. I'm supposed to be in a training seminar in Novi at 1pm. Shit, I didn't even shave. I get to work, get me a cup of coffee, fire up my computer, crack a couple of jokes and my phone rings. It's my Sister in Law. She says, "BIG JC (jk, jk, lol)!" She says, "Jeff, your Brother passed out at the gym. He said it's no big deal and not to call, but I'm a little worried. His Blood Pressure is pretty low!" I tell her, "I'm on my way!" So I go into the General Manager's office and tell him what's going on and tell him I'll be back about 11:30am so I can get to training. I tell a couple more people what's up and think to myself, shit...good workout dude! I've damn near passed out at the gym plenty of times. When I get there, He's not in the room though. My Sister in law tells me that 1 EKG came back ok and the other came back, EHHHH. They sent him down for a CT Scan and I tried to assure my Sister in Law that it was all good and he would be fine. When he got wheeled back into the room though, things got realllll serious! I asked my Brother how he felt and he said, "I feel like I got hit by a truck!" Here comes a Nurse. My Sister in Law asks her if she knows anything. She says, "We think he could have a Dissected Aorta, but we sent the CT scan down to Radiology!" I'm no Doctor, but this doesn't sound good and I'm getting nervous. I walk out of the room, call my Dad, my Brother, and my Wife and fill them in. They already knew I was headed there but were waiting on me to let them know what was up. I go back in and here comes the Doctor and he says, "You have a Dissected Aorta and you need surgery! I don't know if our Cardio Thoracic team can handle it or if you need to be air lifted to Main!" AIRRRRR LIFTED????? WHATTT???? I follow the doctor into some office and ask him how long it will take and he says he's gonna make a call and see. Then says it may be faster to get him there by EMS. I walk outta the ER and call my Manager and can't even hold it together. I call my Dad (who is NC), my Brother (who is also in NC), and my Wife. I get back in the room and within a couple of minutes EMS is there and the Doctor looks at them and says, "Full blown lights and sirens you guys...Get him there!!!" EMS says one of us can ride with them. So My Sister in law is gonna ride with them and I run out the door to get my Wife and get Downtown. I catch the Doctor on the way out and ask him if it's life threatening. He says as he looks me square in the eyes, "YES, but he is going where he needs to go!" I thanked him and FLEWWWW out the door!
TO BE CONTINUED...
(Sorry it works for the Dukes of Hazzard at the jumps!)
PS. In the mean time tell the people you love, that you love them! Don't forget to SMILE! I'm out, Your Boy JC!
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