Sunday, April 12, 2020

DANNY! The drive back yesterday was frightening, for both me and others on the road. I do not even know how fast I clocked it in but I don't think the truck saw under 80 MPH except at the fuel pump. God, I don't even know if I put the tools up. The news, that message on the phone stopped my heart. My son was being admitted to the hospital. How could we have missed a tick? We told the children to make sure they check and admittedly, a twelve-year-old boy does not like mom and dad poking around on him, but now...

My wife has already contacted Chip. I had messages from both of them. Chip ordered me not to come in tomorrow. He told me to be with my son or he would fire me. I should have listened to my feelings. I should have left yesterday morning and I would have been back before all this would have started. Now he is in a coma, put there because of his fever and I can't even tell him his father is here, that I made it here to see him.

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Dammit, all I can do is sit and stare, write some more, bust another damn lead in a pencil because of my frustration. I don't want to watch TV, I don't want the phone, I just want my son's eyes to open. The doctors assure me the prognosis for rocky mountain spotted is good and they will wake him after his body heals some but dammit! Maybe I need some rest, but those haunting eyes wake me and leave me shaking and in tears. Then I pick up my pencil and write some more.