Disclaimer: This is all written by me unless indicated. This is probably going to be my only true story. Thank you.
You think you feel fear everyday. Wither its do I have enough money for food or am I going to get to the gas station fast enough, but it's not true fear. I don't think I've felt anything closed to it. I can't imagine I have, but I guess to explain I'll have to go back a bit.
So I was afraid I wasn't going to make it to the gas station before I ran out of gas. The same gas station my boyfriend works at. Thankfully he was on shift. I was bribing my car to not die and I got there, but as I was pulling in I could feel my pocket vibrating. I felt a slight annoyance that someone was calling me and I was trying to concentrate. So I got to the pump and I pulled my phone out to see who it was. I could see it was my grandmother, but didn't answer it fast enough. So I called her back.
What she told me I really don't 100% know. All I know is she said the words someone never wants to hear in one sentence, grandpa and paramedics. My body shifted into flight mode. I jumped out of my 2002 Kia Spectra and bulleted for the door. The girl at the register, Heather, well I didn't know if she knew I was panicking, but she knew who I was looking for. She pointed to one of the aisles and I ran for it.
My boyfriend and his boss turn to look at me and I said something to the effect of will your or my car get me to the hospital faster. He asked why and who, I said Grandpa and I don't know. He handed me his keys and told me to park my car in the back, but I guess as I was moving my car him and his boss had a small conversation that ended in letting Brett drive me. Which now that I think about it was probably the best thing. I've been known to let my emotions control my driving.
Some how even though I was farther away than the ambulance we beat them to the hospital. I'll never understand that one. All I could feel was panic. My boyfriend tried to keep me calm, but I knew it was probably hard. I didn't cry thankfully and Brett had to leave as soon as the ambulance came.
When I saw Grandpa with an IV in his arm and Oxygen in his nose all I remember feeling is nervousness. Nervous that it was something more, nervous that he wasn't ok, and above all nervous that I was going to loose him.
I can't loose my Grandpa. To some people a grandpa is just a person who gives you presents, but to this day and for the rest of my years I will always know him as something so much more. I think the biggest reason for that is because he cried tears of joy just because I was born. He's been my rock and watching him at the emergency room I was afraid I was going to see my rock crumbling.
I've never known any man care more about me than this almost fragile looking person. I don't even think my dad cared for me as much as this man. Not that I'm doubting my fathers love I just have seen how much grandpa has done for me and how he will stop at nothing to protect me. His face was beet red and you could see he had been working all day. Wither he was red because he was hot or red because he was burnt was not known until hours later. Which I know was because of heat.
Apparently he had not had enough to drink, which you would think would be common knowledge in FLORIDA! He had Dr. Pepper instead of water. Yeah the Dr. Pepper I got out of the hospital vending machine had 100 mg of Sodium. (If you didn't know, Sodium is bad when you are outside in the Hot Florida sun).
He was admitted a couple of hours ago and my boyfriend came and got me to go get my car from his work, but I just had so many emotions flying around that I needed to write. So there it is, my probably only true story.
Hoped it wasn't too all over the place which is what it felt like to me,
Brittany Rose
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