It's actually one in the morning, but I am still thinking of this as Sunday night. There is a massive storm passing through and until about an hour ago I was up in the third floor study watching it . There are two large skylight windows up there, and a large plate glass window that takes up most of one wall. The views of the mountains are great, and the rain beating on the roof can best be heard there.
Then about an hour ago, my son calle. He said he had a text message on his cell phone from my daughter saying she needed to go to the doctor and wanted him to drive. He said it was from 10:30. I tried to call my daughter, and got her voice mail. I called her boyfriend, and got his voice mail. I called the hospital she goes to, and they said she had not checked in.
She has had a number of experiences where she just faints and collapses on the floor. I called my son back and told him to get in his car and drive over there, it's only a few minutes away from the apartment.
Then I called my wife and woke her up. She reminded me that my daughter had been to the clinic this morning and asked me if we had checked the time on the message. I called my son, and it was from this morning. He and I both missed the time issue because we figured she was having another one of her blood pressure drops.
Sometimes I want them both to just move back home so I can control things better. It's hard being on the far end of a long communications link trying to figure out what's going on. I am a helicopter parent, always hovering over their heads, I guess.
At least it ended well. I was about to the point where I figured we had another major daughter disaster on our hands.