Results and Something Scary

I have some good news and some bad news. Good news is all my scans are normal. My spine, spinal cord, and vertebrae all look good. There isn't anything life threatening like tumors or something. Bad news is that they still don't know what's going on. My doctor is referring me to a neurologist, he think it may be something like that. So we will see!

I was gonna post about the news I mentioned in my last post, but I'm going to delay that as I have a scary thing to share.

Last night I called my dad, who lives in Washington, to share my test results. He didn't answer so I hung up. About 15 minutes later he called me back. He was having trouble speaking, he kept repeating himself, and he told me he hadn't been feeling good all day. I asked him a couple of questions thinking he might have taken too many pain pills or muscle relaxers (he suffers from some stuff that he has to take regular pain meds and stuff like that). He had taken a little more than he should, but my gut (the Holy Spirit) was telling me I should call someone. My step mom was still at work and their roommate is confined to a wheelchair. My Dad told me he was scared and that's when I knew I needed to call someone. I told him I'd call him back and immediately looked up the hospital where he lives. The nurse advised me to call 911. I couldn't call 911 because it would have routed me to dispatchers in Montana. I called the police department in Gig Harbor and told the lady the situation. She connected me to medics who asked me a bunch of questions. I had the answers thankfully, good thing I like shows about medical stuff. I gave them my dad's address and they went over. I called my step mom and told her what was going on, the conversation didn't go well and I'm going to leave at that since I don't get along with her. I called my sister Meg and told her and we worried together. At first they thought my dad had just taken too many muscle relaxers, they took him to the hospital and did some tests. Come to find out he had a mini-stroke! They're doing an MRI today that hopefully will tell them more about what is going on.

God is so good. Who knows what would have happened had I not called my dad or called to have medics sent over. God was watching over my dad last night and I'm so thankful to Him. It was so scary though and to be so far away just...sucked. I'm glad that while I couldn't be there with my Dad that God was.