This is the view I’ve been looking at for the past three days. Well, this … and my 75-year-old dad in a coronary-care unit hospital bed. But he’s getting better! Friday morning he was walking on the track at his town’s recreation center when he … I guess … sort of died from cardiac arrest. His heart just stopped. But he’s getting better! He was in the right place at the right time and the right folks were there to do CPR and operate the defibrillator. If he’d been walking on the outdoors trail or working on the tractor on his tree farm? Not so much. A helicopter brought him from his hometown hospital to this big city hospital, where he was sedated and cooled down for 24 hours to reduce brain swelling. Doctors kept saying, “IF he wakes up, then we’ll address the heart issues.” Um, yes, please? But he’s getting better! He woke up and practically instantly started complaining about being in bed and wanting to get out and go walk. That’s my dad. Of course, as Older Daughter said, when he starts asking how many people work at the hospital and when it was built and how many people it serves every year — then we’ll know he’s back to normal. So I’m hanging out here with my mom and my middle brother and all the wonderful wonderful dear friends who’ve come to help and the incredibly caring and skilled medical staff. And two Starbucks within walking distance. So it’s all good. And now, test your knowledge of Southern city skylines and tell me where we are. The “Batman” building on the right is the best clue.
Coffee with Cathy
Pour a cup & take a break
Coffee with Cathy 
Nashville, of course. So glad he is doing better! Scary! Prayers continue.
Glad to read your Dad is getter better.
Nashville? Amazing how things happen. A guy I worked with was stung by a bee. He went in the house to put something on it & his wife noticed how he was and called an ambulance. Glad Dad is better. When they start fussing, you know they are on the mend. Mary
Nashville, of course — Sarah is so right! And thanks to all for the prayers and kind thoughts. Although the first few nights were peaceful, Dad’s doctor wanted someone with him all this past night after his arteriogram, so as of this moment, I’ve spent a record 25 hours without sleep and in the same pair of blue jeans. Stupid hospital waiting rooms!
But sometimes you do meet interesting people in the waiting rooms, right?
Nashville, the Music City. Glad your Dad’s doing better. We have him on our prayer list. Hope he’s up and about soon and with a stronger heart.
Thanks, all, for the thoughts and prayers. And Susan is so right — in the critical-care waiting room I met a former neighbor who also turned out to be a cousin of one of my best friends. I think that rivals the time my children were in Tijuana, Mexico, — 1,700 miles from home — with their dad and saw a classmate of theirs on the other side of the street. Very weird.