On April 18th I got a call from my sister telling me that they were taking my dad to his doctor appointment early because they couldn’t convince him to go to the emergency room. I’m not sure of the details because of many factors but I think that what happened was my mom heard my dad calling for her and when she got to the bottom of the stairs, she found my dad sitting half way down the flight of steps with his clothing haphazardly on his body, his speech slurring and paralysis on the left side of his body.
He was taken back to the ER where they ran a bunch of tests but couldn’t figure out what was wrong and admitted so they could keep an eye on him.
Since then he’s had MRIs, CAT scans, EEGs and 1 EKG. Every 48 – 72 he’s had fevers, UTIs, seizures, tremors, low platelets, high blood pressure, platelet transfusions, headaches and earaches.
Just about the only thing he hasn’t had is the macarena. 😐
I was at work when I got the initial call and I haven’t gone to work since. Thankfully I’d already taken off for that week because my daughter was off from school but then I ended up spending all of it at the hospital and my daughter stayed with my girlfriend.
Every time things started to calm down and mellow out, some higher force would throw a wrench in to the works and suddenly we’d be back at square one wondering if my dad was going to make it through another 24 hours. At least I was wondering. I’m not sure about everyone else. Life has taught me that’s it’s pointless to count my chicks before they hatch.
After he started having seizures I called in and activated my FML. I go back and forth on whether that was a good decision or not because on one hand I’ve been losing my mind without having work to keep me busy but on the other hand I’d probably run others off the road if I had to drive from Delaware to Philadelphia during a crisis.
I’ve been hovering over my mother like a worried hen and making sure she’s getting enough sleep, taking her medicine and eating. It’s kind of nice to be able to return the crazy favor, to be honest. I’ve also cleaned the whole house (although I’ll be damned if it actually looked that way now) and taken my uncle and mother to all their dr appointments when I’m not away the hospital with my dad.
I go back to work on Monday and I’m both looking forward to and dreading it…
In other news, I’m still single, B is still chatting me up and I’m still leaning towards not dating until next year. I just don’t have it in me to deal with the games. I’m too tired.
I don’t even miss sex.
Know what I miss?
Sleeping like I have no bills and noy realizing that this world is going to shit and there’s nothing I can do about it except smile, rinse and repeat.