Another Not So Excellent Adventure

This just isn't my week. After the whole key fiasco, I thought I had met my quota for trouble for at least a week. However, yesterday proved me wrong.

Most of you know that Keith has had issues with atrial fibrilation for a number of years. Mostly he is able to manage it with medication, but once in awhile, he can't convert on his own and has to go to the hospital for a "cardioversion" where they basically shock the heart back into rhythm. Not that this is a fun experience by any means, but it does seem to work for awhile. His "fibbing" has been acting up over the last couple months so his cardiologist scheduled this thing for yesterday morning at 6:00 a.m.

Drug myself out of bed at 4:30, managed to get two cups of coffee on the way to Deaconess and was mostly awake by the time we parked the car in the parkade and checked in. The nurse was getting Keith settled when an announcement came over the hospital intercom. "Will the owner of Ford Escape license number such and such call the hospital operator." I was pretty sure that would be Keith's company car, but he's only had it a month and I wasn't sure of the license number. I called the operator. She patched me through to security. Now as all of this was transpiring, I was certain that we had just parked somewhere we shouldn't have and they wanted me to move the car. But the security guy "Rich" was kinda cryptic. Could I meet him at the entrance to the building? So he meets me and we start walking to the parking garage. "Ma'am, it appears your car had smoke pouring out of it and the fire department wants it moved out of the parking garage". Yikes! Rich's security friend Tom joined us when we got the the car and suggested I pop the hood so he could see if there had been a fire under there. Tom and Rich checked it all out and suggested I move it across the street from their office and they would keep an eye on it for me. I started it up - nothing. I drove it to the new spot - nothing. I headed back to the surgery center to check up on Keith and as I headed back into the building, he came sauntering out. "I converted on my own so I can leave now. Why are you out here?" At this point all I could say was, "Great, honey. Swell. Let's get out of here."

As we were driving off, he told me that he had had the oil changed the day before and they had a little oil spill. Apparently it didn't burn off till the car got hot on the way across town. LITTLE OIL SPILL?!? THEY CALLED THE FIRE DEPARTMENT!!!! I just sat there with a few choice thoughts in my head. All Keith could say was, "Can I buy you breakfast?"

We're headed to Seattle today for Matt's wedding. I'm just a little edgy thinking of the possibility of a next adventure. What might it be? I don't even want to go there....