My next phone call was to Mrs. Hillbilly. I gave her a quick update and told her the paramedics had decided to NOT take the HH back to the hospital and kindly asked if my husband and kids could stay at her house that night just in case anything else exciting happened. She said absolutely… don’t worry about it. I’ll have Mr. Hillbilly talk the HH into staying at our house (which given his condition and the fact that he was hopped on pain meds probably was not that hard). “Don’t worry about a thing” she said.
From what I understand, after the paramedics had left, Mr. Hillbilly and Chino the Handy Man helped the HH to the upstairs guest bedroom and got him settled. Mr. Hillbilly cleaned up the HH’s face and made sure he was comfortable. The kids decided to lay on the floor next to their dad and kept a good eye on him.
The next day, Mr. Hillbilly left for work early in the morning and so Chino the Handy Man brought the HH back home, got him situated and drove The Girl Who Thinks She’s A Bird and Monkey Boy to school.
By this time I had already flown from Charlottesville, VA to Chicago and was now boarding my second flight of the morning. As I walked down the center aisle of the plane I began to count seats. I also had my eye on the over-head bins. Crap. There was not one single vacant bin in front of my row. That meant I would have to stuff my luggage over-head several rows behind my seat. As I approached my row and the dreaded center seat I always seem to get stuck with, my eyes lit up. A thin, short man resembling Woody Alan was reading a novel and had pressed himself against the window. Sweet! More room for me I thought. Then, I spied the eye candy. I was about to be sandwiched between the Woody Alan look-a-like and the most gorgeous Air Force Captain on the planet. With every ounce of my I know I look like crap because I only slept 45 minutes last night and have not even showered but BOY ARE YOU FREAKIN GOOD LOOKING I’m so excited I get to sit next to you voice… I smiled and quietly said… “Hi… That’s my seat. I’ll be right back, I have to put my luggage a few rows back.” I walked past him, placed my practically empty suitcase over-head and turned around. Uggg… People had started shuffling past my seat… Now I was going to have to wait until they all passed by before I could make my way back to my row.
Then, all of a sudden, Gorgeous Air Force guy stood up and moved to the center of the aisle. He stood there, blocking any new passengers from walking down the aisle until it was all clear. For me. To walk back to my seat.
I tried hard not to smile like a HUGE DORK and made my way to my seat.
“Thank you” I said.
“You are welcome. I’m just glad I’m sitting next to you. The center seat is a total crap shoot. You never know who you are going to get stuck next to (HA!). On my last flight I had to sit between two Soman men… ” He said.
I didn’t know what to say so I just smiled.
The plane took off, and for once on this journey I wasn’t sitting next to anyone that smelled (unless I did?) or was encroaching my personal space. I put on my head phones, turned the iPod on low and slept for the next 4 hours.
When I had finally landed I called the HH who was now home alone laying in bed.
“How are you doing?’ I asked. “Did you take your medication?”
“I don’t have any” he said.
“What do you mean you don’t have any medication?” I practically yelled.
“I left my prescription in Mr. Hillbilly’s truck last night and he already left for work…” said the HH.
The man almost cuts off his leg and he is now laying there with no pain medication. Lovely.
To be continued…