Saturday

Woke up late this morning. Late being 8:22 am to be exact. I don't know if it's being "settled" and more complacent with life or what, but I find on the weekends, none of us wake up as early as we once did. So I got up and took Loki out for a quick pee. Went down the hallway and noticed Dad was up and walking over to the commode we have set up in their bedroom (much easier than trying to get to the bathroom first thing in the morning). Nothing unusual. Nothing out of the norm. Headed back to the kitchen and began cleaning the few dishes that were left in the sink. Then I heard Dad yell in the bedroom. The best way to describe this yell, as I heard it, would be if someone stuck their hand in a electrical socket and got a shock that made them yell out. I ran into the bedroom to find him on the floor between his bed and the nightstand. His good left arm was behind his back as he lay on his left side. I turned him over and noticed a little bit of blood coming out of the side of his mouth. He was breathing out of his mouth with big puffs. His eyes were looking up and to the right. He was unresponsive to me asking him questions. Mom said he had been sitting on the bed putting his shoes on when this happened.
I never ran so quickly through that house to grab the phone to call 911. I used the house phone, knowing my cell can be notoriously slow at times. What I didn't know was that by using the house phone I had 911 on speakerphone. During the course of the conversation the gentleman on the other side said to me, "Mame, you don't have to yell." I replied, "I'm sorry I'm not trying to yell but I have you on speaker phone and I don't know how to turn it off!" After all was said and done, this was actually a funny sidenote story to the rest of the day.
Dad was transferred once again to EMMC. By the time PJ, Mom and I got there, Dad had improved greatly. They did a CT scan and there was no additional bleeding, something all of us were worried about. With Dad not remembering what happened they ascertained that he either had a ischemic stroke or a seizure. They wanted him to have an MRI because a CT scan will only show so much. To get a really good image of what's going on in your brain or anywhere else in your body an MRI is the way to go; however, as the admitting physician said, "Tomorrow is Sunday." So they had to admit him and keep him for an MRI on Monday. She assured us he will most likely be discharged on Tuesday, based on how well he was doing. They want to rule out everything else to narrow it down to what they think happened, which was a seizure. Currently they have him on anti-convulsive meds. Apparently after a stroke seizures are not uncommon no matter how long it's been since you have had a stroke. We did not know this. It is something I won't ever forget going forward though. 
Dad is doing well. Mom and I are back home. Tomorrow morning I will head up to the hospital I never wanted to visit again to deliver his hemi-cane, ankle brace, arm sling and arm/wrist brace. I will also be bringing him some streusel cupcakes I made last night for the sweet tooth Dad has. I make different cupcakes each weekend so he can have one every morning with his coffee. He can finish the rest of them when he comes home.
Always remember to tell the people you cherish how much you love them, because you never know when they could be gone. We are fortunate beyond belief, I hope you are as well.