I thought my trip to Washington was going to fall apart on Thursday, when my Mazda broke down (always runs perfectly) and went in the shop. A part had to be ordered and wouldn't arrive until Friday. I had hoped to leave Delaware at 1:30 to avoid the Friday night traffic jam on I95 heading south to DC. On Friday afternoon at 2:30, I was just finishing up deliveries for our business (lots of Friday rainy traffic delays as remnants of tropical storm Cindy were in our area), and my car was still not ready. My husband and I decided I would take our other car (nice new van, but not so good on gas). I would leave him stranded at work with no vehicle and we would just believe things would work out. By 2:45, the rain was coming to an end and after loading up my necessites for the weekend (did I really take 30 packs of Medifast for two days ?), along with flowers and a basket for Christi, I took off. Traffic flowed freely, despite having hit Baltimore at the 4 pm hour and Washington closer to 5. The hotel I chose was under renovation, but located on the same street as Christi's hospital (about 4 miles north). As it turned out, I don't think anyone had stayed in my room before me. Everything was brand new and besides a king size bed with 8 pillows all for myself, I had a sofa, a lounge chair & ottoman, and a huge desk and large leather business chair. After freshening up (I had been out in the rain all morning getting soaked while delivering), I had an easy drive into Washington Hospital, arriving about 7:00 pm.
Since I was hauling so much stuff (see big basket and flowers below), plus my camera and purse, I decided to just pull up to the front entrance and let valet parking take over. A wonderful gentleman told me he would take good care of my car and park it right at the curb, then helped me unload.
(I had shared with Nancy my only concern for the trip was how much walking might be involved. I have severe neuropathy (diabetic nerve damage) in my legs, and although I don't let it slow me down, if I have to walk a block or more. the pain is severe and I can't always continue. I asked her to keep this issue in prayer, as I really didn't want it interfering with my plans.)
Thanks to my good friend the valet man (and a little help from on high ), my walk into the hospital was short and Christi's room was blessedly located on the first floor, not very far from the entrance. (When I came out after the visit, my car was right there waiting, and I was told at the valet kiosk my charge was $2.00). Hospital parking in the lot across the street is about $6.00 plus valet charge). Needless to say, I was a big tipper!
When I reached Christi's room, the door was partially closed so I passed it and went to the desk to ask if I could go in. The attendant checked and told me to go ahead. She then said "Oh, I forgot to ask who you are"; I'm glad she didn't, because I'm not sure what I would have said. I entered Christi's room as though I owned the place. "Hi, are you Christi?", knowing full well it was as, even after hours of surgery and a bit of pain medication, our girl was looking mighty fine!
She seemed baffled as I placed the basket on the chair next to her bed and the flowers on the window sill. "Who are they from?". I told her I'd hold up the basket for her to see inside and she might have a clue. When Christi looked and saw all the Medifast stuff, I told her I was there as an ambassador for her many friends on the Forum, and we wanted her to know how much we love and appreciate her and wanted to send our blessings. With tears running down her face she said, "but who are you?". I introduced myself as LuzInIt, or Linda. Thus began a wonderful hour and a half visit, and a desire by both of us to reconnect again at least in October for MEDIFASTERS UNITE, if not sooner. I got to meet the hunky Darren, too. (Even if I am a very happily married, 55 year-old, old lady, I still appreciate a fine looking man when I see one ). These are two really nice people and I was blessed to be able to have the time to meet them. I wish you all could have been with me. There is more to tell, but I will leave that to Christi. (I did get to see pictures of the MONSTER); for such a tiny package, our Christi was hiding a big secret under those huge shirts of hers. I am just so excited for her and the success of her operation.
Sorry if my report is long; just wanted you to feel like maybe you were along for the trip. Thanks to so many who joined with me in extending Medifast blessings to one of our own!!!
(I'm afraid I'll erase this if I try putting the pictures, so go to Part 2 for a peek at us!)