The Move Of All Moves

We sighed a big sigh of relief...this move to Nashville was working out after all.  We were scheduled to move September 1 (the Sunday of Labor Day weekend).  Chase was on call and wouldn't be able to come help.  My dad was off work, so the plan was that we would drive up to Nashville that morning and unload as much as we could in to the house, with the help of my sister and her boyfriend, and then drive back home that night while my mom kept the boys in Jackson.  I had been taking loads of boxes and putting them in Miles's (my sister's) garage every time I went up to house hunt, so all the boxes were there.  We had loaded up a POD with all of our furniture that was waiting in the driveway at the rental house.

We were scheduled to arrive in Nashville around 10am that Sunday.  I called my landlord Saturday before we left to make sure we could get in to the house to start unloading.  He informed me that we could not get a key until we paid our first month's rent (THANKS FOR LETTING ME KNOW NOW!).  It was a Saturday afternoon!  Banks weren't open!  What was I supposed to do?!?!  My only option was to drop a check off at their office when I got in to town Sunday.  FINE!  DONE!  So I dropped the check off through the slot in the office door at 10:15am Sunday and called to let Ethan (my not-so-nice landlord) know the check had been dropped off.  He then told me he would have to verify it was there before he would give me the code to the key box on the door, and that would be after he got out of church!  WTH buddy!  We just drove 2 hours to start moving and while I'm glad you are going to church this is SOOOO not convenient!  UGH!  

We made the best of this annoying situation and decided to just unload what was in our cars in to the carport at the rental house and go get loads of boxes from Miles's until Ethan got out of church.  [Side note: my dad and I are like 2 peas in a pod!  Literally, it's scary how much we are alike.  We are both very efficient minded people (somewhat OCD) who think we can do pretty much anything ourselves, don't like to ask for help, and like to get things done quickly].  That being said...We arrived at Miles's and started to put boxes in to the back of one car when my dad looked at me and said "I hate to tell you this, but I feel kind of weird."  Ok?  I said, "Like you feel sick or something?"  His response was, "Well I kind of feel like I may be having a heart attack!"  WHAT?!?!?!?!  My "motherly instincts" kick in and I am like, "ok, what are your symptoms?  What hurts?  etc..."  He tells me he picked up a really heavy box (which I had told him NOT to do until I could help him, but he did anyway) and then started feeling "funny".  There he goes trying to be efficient and not waiting for help like I told him to! 

Off to Vanderbilt ER we go...

We valet park, (such a nice amenity) especially considering you are automatically billed $2500 just for walking through the front door, and continue on to triage.  It doesn't take us long to get to a room.  My dad's EKG checks out fine so they proceed to do blood work and hook him up to monitors to check his BP and heart rate, etc.  

After his EKG and everything came back normal I finally sighed some relief, BUT they said he would have to stay to be monitored for at least 6 more hours.  It was 11:30am at this point.  I texted Ethan what had happened and asked him if there was ANY way he could go on and text me the code to get the house key so my sister could get in the house and start putting boxes inside.  He never responded.  In the mean time Miles and her boyfriend started making trips from her house to mine with boxes.  Eventually Ethan showed up (around 1pm) and let them in the house (how nice of him), never once asked how my dad was doing. 

I called to fill my mom in and she and my brother got in the car to come to Nashville to help while Chase's grandmother came to keep the boys.  What a nightmare!  Was this really happening?  After everything it took to get to this point WHY was this happening now?!?!  Praise the LORD my dad was ok, but it was still a very scary few hours.  He ended up only having a pinched nerve in the left side of his neck that was sending some pain in to his left chest and numbness in to his left arm.  False alarm for heart attack.

My dad insisted I leave him there and go help Miles, so knowing my mom would be there within the next couple of hours I went and we started unpacking the POD.   We worked our tails off (me, Miles and her boyfriend).  My mom and brother finally showed up at the house with my dad (they let him go early since everything checked out ok) and we got everything inside and somewhat organized.  My dad and brother went on home and my mom and I decided to stay and head back a little bit behind them.  

Well we got ready to leave behind Miles and her boyfriend and realized my mom's keys were locked in her car!  ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!  Is this really happening?  There had to be a hidden camera following us today!  Luckily, Miles's bf had roadside assistance through Verizon that would come unlock the car for us, but it was going to take at least an hour.  It was 4:30pm at this point and had been a very long day, but we didn't have a choice.  We waited.  And we finally made it back to Jackson around 7:30pm that night.  LONGEST. DAY. EVER. (almost)