The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round....most of the time

So, circumstances come up and things change. Such is life.

This last week my mom went to the hospital to have a few tests done on her heart to search for blockage. Heart disease seems to run rampant in my family. One grandfather died from it, both of my parents have had heart attacks, one stroke and now my mom was finding out more bad news. Turns out that 3 of her valves had 4 blockages in them and the doctor recommended that she have immediate bypass surgery. (And by immediate, I mean the next day.) The next morning the surgery went well, but the doctor evidently found more to be concerned about and her triple bypass turned into a 5-way bypass heart surgery.

My husband and I decided that I needed to come home and be with my family during this time. So, due to rising airline costs and the thought that Kansas City isn't all that far from Colorado Springs, I decided to give the Greyhound bus a try and ride my way across the Midwest. Wow. That was an experience.

I left Colorado Springs on Thursday evening around 7:45 and took the bus to Denver. This 1.5 hour ride was pretty nice. The bus was pretty full, so I sat next to an unassuming woman who turned out to be headed to Denver to take care of her sick grandkids. The bus ride was pretty uneventful except for the incredibly beautiful sunset over the mountains in the west. God is an awesome artist.

In Denver I had to transfer buses to go east to Kansas City. When I got there, the line was already long and winding its way through the terminal. I got in line and waited for the doors to open when our coach arrived. At 10:15 it came, and as I slowly made my way to front, pushing luggage along the floor (which was sticky with some suspicious looking substance), I was beginning to wonder if everyone was going to make it on the bus. There seemed to be about 50 people in front of me, and by this time, there seemed to be about just as many in line behind me. Finally I made my way to the front of the line and the ticket taker (which I'm pretty sure was her official job title, by the way), stopped me. She and bus driver conferred over the number of passengers and decided that the bus was indeed filled to capacity. There I was at the front of the line and looked like I was going to be stuck there for quite some time!

But just as I was about to lose hope, another bus pulled in and I got first pick of the seats. Having sat near the rear of previous bus, and in too close proximity to the lavoratory and its odiforous aromas, I decided to take one of the front seats on this new bus. This bus was filled to the brim with all sorts of people. I ended up partnered with a nice teenager who was kind enough to help me get my bags out of the overhead compartment, and let me off the bus to use the bathroom during our 2 scheduled breaks. I thought sitting next to the window would be a good idea as I could lean against it and use my teddy bear as a pillow. Turns out that there is absolutely NO leg room next to the window, so I had to keep my knees bent the entire time which lead to very swollen ankles by the time I arrived in Kansas City. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Our first stop was in the Kansas town of Colby. Not too much happening in Colby at 3:00 am. However, the McDonald's was kind enough to be open and allow us to use its restrooms and get a little food. A few hours later we pulled into the bustling metropolis of Salina, Kansas. We pulled into a gas station/truck stop at 6:30, and our travel weary bus driver said that a replacement driver would be arriving shortly and the bus would pull out at 7:05. I quickly made use of the facilities and bought a Big Gulp for the road. Being terribly exhausted I fell asleep on the bus while awaiting its immanent departure. At 7:30 I woke up to find that not only was the bus not moving, it had not moved, and did not seem to be moving anytime soon. Several passengers were expressing concern for the arrival of the new bus driver, who by this time was a half hour late. Some went inside to look for him and to consult with the store attendants at the gas station/Salina bus stop. The gas station attendants didn't have a clue to the whereabouts of the new bus driver, and it turned out that the previous bus driver had taken off to get some much needed rest, but had not waited to make sure a new driver arrived. We were stranded. In Salina. Kansas.

Several passengers used their handy dandy cell phones to call the Greyhound bus line to express their dismay and to ask where the heck our driver was. The word finally got around that there had been a scheduling mix-up and a driver had not been scheduled to drive out of Salina for some unknown reason. Another driver was called, though he was in Kansas City and would have to drive the 3 hours out to get us, pick us up, and driver us back.

Several hours, and 3 magazine readings later, he finally showed up, ate some lunch, and sent out a call that the bus would be leaving at 11:00...about 10 minutes after we had expected to be arriving in Kansas City. A general roar of applause went up when the doors to the bus closed and the wheels started to turn east. I finally got in at 2:30 in the afternoon, a mere 19 hours after I left Colorado Springs. I tried not to think about the fact that I could have driven to Kansas City and back in that time, and just be appreciative to be there.

So, sometimes the wheels on the bus go round and round. And sometimes they take unplanned pit stops for 4 hours. You never can tell.

I sure am glad that I was able to come to Kansas City though and see my family. The last time I saw everyone was for Christmas, and that was a VERY short time together. My husband is so good to me and is staying at home by himself in Colorado Springs. I miss him, but it's good to see my mom and the rest of my family. She's doing well. The surgery went fine, and she's gaining a little more strength everyday. In fact, I'm supposed to go to the hospital and see her bright and early tomorrow morning, so I should get to bed.