My Christmas started out so nice today. My best friend Tia and her daughter Emily spent the night and celebrated the holiday with me. We made up a little stocking for her AG doll with all kinds of mini toys. It was so much fun to watch her open her gifts, and after the melee I was reading from a christmas book I loved as a child that's about the legend of Nicholas (Santa Claus.) All of a sudden I get a phone call, and our perfect morning is shattered. It was my mother calling to tell me that my 91 year old grandfather "Poppy" had passed out in church and they had taken him to the hospital in an ambulance. We all scrambled to get our clothes on, and Tia drove Emily to her mom's house, and then came to sit with me in the emergency room. When I got there they were taking him for an MRI to see if he was having a stroke, and his pulse was very weak and thready. We went up to the cafeteria, and Mom told us what happened. About 15 minutes into the service he had said he needed to use the bathroom but when he didn't get up, she shook him, and he was passed out. She had thought he had died sitting in the pew, but luckily a couple men from the church (one was a retired EMT) came over and carried him out to the front hall. He started coming around and they got him to the bathroom, and then the paramedics showed up. So along with the story, our Christmas dinner consisted of shoe leather roast beef, and way-too-spiced cake in the hospital dining room. After we finished we went back down to the ER, and the doctor came right in. Luckily it wasn't a stroke, but he thinks that Poppy might have had a T.I.A. It's kind of like a mini stroke to explain it the easiest way. He's had them before, the last time was summer a year and a half ago when we drove out to North Dakota for a family reunion. We came back on a southern route and were in Mitchell, SD visiting the Corn Palace. That time he ended up in the hospital overnight. This time though, the doctor thought he was okay to go home since there wasn't evidence of a stroke, his heart rate had normalized, and he was fully alert again. He did however send him home with a portable heart monitor which he has to wear for the next day or so, and then go in to see his regular Doc. Provided of course, that he doesn't have any more attacks. We didn't end up opening gifts until 3pm. What a day! I'm still worried about him, and everything has just totally worn me out, mentally and physically. Sorry this was so long. Thanks for letting me get it off my chest. I hope eveyone else had a wonderful Christmas and didn't have to go through anything as harrowing as this!

~Dee