…is really pretty unbelievable to me. Both the good parts and the bad parts.
I don’t even want to recap this weekend, but I’ll give you the short short version:
Friday night – went to pub crawl with mike for a number of people who are leaving this summer. Much fun, except I am REALLY looking forward to being able to participate in what a pub crawl involves. I don’t have a craving for any particular type of alcoholic drink, just really to not be the one who can’t do anything.
Saturday: Margaret, Hang and I went to the Royal Ascot Races (horseracing, for all you peasants out there), and had a fabulous time. I have decided that it would be nice to be rich, and go to horseraces on the weekends in Fancy Hats and dresses. And I would really really like to see Mike wear a top hat and morning coat – I think he would totally rock that look (although when I told him that, he replied “don’t I look hot in whatever I wear?”, and I can’t really argue with that, now can I? We even ate at a Japanese Steakhouse that night – which is something that isn’t easy to find in England, my friends, and it was soooo good – worth Margaret having to drive literally all through the city of London to get us there and then home again.
Saturday night: this is where things go pretty much downhill. I had to go to the hospital in the middle of the night (in an ambulance) for a heart problem. I don’t want to talk about it anymore than that, except to say that the baby is fine, hopefully it won’t happen again, but if it does, then they can treat it. And I feel ok now, just totally wiped out, and that’s not very different than how I felt before.
Sunday: still at the hospital until mid-morning (Happy Father’s Day, babe!), and then we spent the rest of the day resting after our eventful night.
Thank God again that my mom was here. Jeez, she is turning into a real lifesaver, in so many more ways than I expected.
And thank God for Mike. I’m not sure how this all would have gone this weekend if he hadn’t been here. I probably wouldn’t have called 999, because I would have thought that I was overreacting to what was going on. And its definitely something that I needed to go to the ER for. Although I think seeing Mike freaked out was possibly one of the more scary things that I’ve seen, because my husband? does not freak out….ever.
Thank you for being such a great husband, Mike. Thank you even more for being such a fantastic father. I love you so much, and I’m really sorry you didn’t get to go play golf on Father’s Day. You definitley deserve a poker night or something along those lines.