Last night before completing my press run I took a call from my fourteen-year-old daughter Joanna, she told me her mother would be taking her to the San Dimas Emergency Room. Joanna did not want to tell me what was wrong, so I left the Times and headed straight to the hospital.
Naturally the traffic was heavy, and it took me almost an hour to travel the thirty miles to San Dimas. As I arrived at the hospital my grandson David greeted me, he was tired and sleepy, but was alert when grandpa entered the waiting room.
Seems my daughter was experiencing a period, which last over six weeks, and notified her sister of her condition. She told me she was too embarrassed to tell me.
If you have not been to an emergency room lately, the wait can last from a few hours to an all night affair.
Joanna had a medical condition that was taken care of last night, and were headed back to see the doctor in a few minutes.
Since I already had today off from work, I will resume posting on the blog in a few hours after Joanna is feeling better.