Casual Sundays with Mr Curry

All Phones are Red at that Hour

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This entry was posted on 6/24/2008 12:20 PM and is filed under blather.

The phone rang at 3:34 a.m.

Nothing good ever happens at 3:34 in the morning.

If I were president and the phone rang at that hour, I think I'd probably have a standing order to nuke whoever was calling.

Good thing I'll never be president.

So the phone rang and woke us up.  When you are the parents of three adult kids, your first thought is that it's the police or the hospital.

Nobody calls with good news at that hour.

Then I remembered that MJ is due any second now and that one good thing actually does occasionally happen at 3:00 in the morning.

It wasn't MJ or Kent.

By the time Jay got to the phone, the voice mail had picked it up.  The caller ID said Tyler.  So Jay called him back.

"Oh, hi Dad." said our oldest.  "I hope I didn't wake you.  I almost died tonight.  I'll call you in the morning."

what?

"You did wake me, it is morning and what do you mean YOU ALMOST DIED TONIGHT???"

Short story; Ty got bit on the foot by some kind of insect which caused his foot to swell and then turn into hives which climbed right up his legs and then his lips went numb and his respiratory system began to shut down.  His friend Tiffany rushed him to the emergency room where they intubated him and pumped him full of adrenalin and benadryl.  We were the third message they sent out.

First ,Ty called his brother Zack to tell him what was going on. 

Zack's reaction; "I don't care! You woke me up!"

So Tif texted Katie.  Her reaction; "Why the fuzz Tifini tes me na middla night to tell me Ty's allergic to ants?"

Ty said he called us so that we'd hear what happened from him instead of one of his knuckleheaded siblings but I think he was hoping for more sympathy from us than he got from them.

His Dad couldn't figure out why none of it could wait til morning, seeing as the danger had passed and Ty was on his way home by then, but I understood. I know how scary it is to have your own body try to choke you to death.  It freaks you out and not in the fun way.

So that's one more member of the family who has to have an epi pen and carry benedryl everywhere he goes.

Thank God for Big Pharmaceutical!
 

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