This song by Jackson Browne describes me completely by Nov. 5, 2010. My wife's skin and eyes were yellow and she was in for a sonogram that day. Listen while I tell the rest...
Nov. 5, 2010 was a Friday. That morning my wife had gone to our doctor by herself because she was hurting and was yellow. I was scared. That afternoon, we went for the sonogram of her stomach area. Results didn't come in that day, so we had to wait for Monday. My daughter came to town to help out. I had my last drink on Nov. 7, 2010. That was a Sunday night.
The doctor's office called on Monday morning and told my wife to go to the hospital. My daughter took her to St. David's. My daughter was upset that I didn't come. But I was really scared. I couldn't fix anything at this time and was powerless. My daughter even sent a deputy sheriff by the house to check on me.
All I could tell him was I was washing underwear in order to go to the hospital. I was very nervous, but I was not drinking at all.
All that I remember from there, was that one of my sister's came to my house the next day, (this is the same one that had made the unannounced visit a few weeks earlier) to take me to see my wife at the hospital.
I got to the hospital and my wife was yellow but seemed OK.
At this point I truly was "Running on Empty". I get to see God that day, but that is for the next post...
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