The first day of work at Ziglar in 2010 had a few twists in it.
Picked up Dad at 7:00 a.m. so that we could get an early start; attending our 8:00 a.m. company devotions, which was awesome, as usual.
Learned at 8:30 that our phone system was down. Learned a little later our hard drive crashed on the computer so while the phones are working, all of the needed features like voice mail are not! Suddenly 2010 feels like 1975!
Mom picks up Dad at 10:00 a.m. to go home. As Cindy and I head out to lunch at 11:30, Mom calls and says Dad is very dizzy. We head over to Mom and Dad’s place instead.
Mom calls Dad’s doctor who put the brain shunt in last year to relieve his hydrocephalous. They order a CAT scan ASAP. We borrow a wheelchair for Dad and head down to the hospital. (Dad is absolutely loving the attention, as he feels totally normal except when he tries to stand up.)
Arrive at the CAT scan place at 1:15 p.m. Get checked in, and they promise to work us in. It’s packed and I am thinking they are running some sort of “start the new year with an X-Ray special”! Everybody in the room is so nice and courteous.
Dad needs to go to the men’s room and I get elected to help. (Still can’t believe Mom and Cindy voted for me!)
I help Dad, since his balance is way off. I ask him if he would like some privacy and he says yes, so I turn off the bathroom light. It’s pitch black, as we both laugh in the darkness! (Side note: Dad has always been able to laugh in the dark.)
Amazingly, when we come out they are ready for us. They ask Dad a list of 50 questions about his medical history, and Mom gets 48 of them right! Cindy and I correct the other two. Dad somehow manages to make a funny comment or joke about almost every question.
We are moved to another waiting area. Two different “higher ups” check in on us. The service really is amazing at Southwest Diagnostic Imaging Center at Presbyterian Hospital on Walnut Hill in Dallas. Had a very nice conversation with Debbie Merten, the Technical Director. Turns out she trained one of our staff development programs in the 1990’s when she was at Saint Paul Hospital in Dallas. No wonder the customer service is so good!
(Side note: Saint Paul Hospital is where my sister Suzie lost her battle against pulmonary fibrosis in 1995, and Debbie was teaching our program at that time. I can’t tell you how it made our family feel when we went through that time with Suzie and having the hospital staff treat us like family.)
At 2:00 p.m. they take Dad back for the CAT scan. Mom rides shotgun.
At 2:15 they come back, all done!
In Ziglar tradition we do the only logical thing, we head to IHOP for some FOOD! The thought of Harvest Grain pancakes drives the dizziness from Dad’s body and he returns to normal (or I guess whatever is normal for Zig Ziglar).
Arrive at IHOP about 3:00. Dad doesn’t need the wheelchair anymore. We laugh as we eat gi-normous omelets with pancakes.
At 3:45 the phone rings with the results. All good, nothing wrong with the shunt, and most likely a little inner ear problem or a lingering effect of the fall from a few years ago.
On the way home from IHOP Dad informs us that his next book is going to be on encouragement, since so many people are down right now. Life is back to normal.
Drop Mom and Dad off and Cindy takes me back to the office to get my car.
Still have a 1975 phone system at the office, but I don’t care.