So, this is a post about fail
...But first, HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERY(ANY)ONE! If you celebrate it. You should. All you have to do is eat alot. Everyone can do that, right? It's a happy place.
Ugh, well, I'm sure I'm getting to my happy place. Haven't eaten anything yet (we have decided to celebrate Thanksgiving a day later because I forgot to thaw the duck), but...well, I guess there's some responsibility off me. Problem is...I'm not entirely sure that's a good thing. For my dad.
He's out of rehab finally, since last Friday. I dunno. He's doing better mentally, but he's not back to how he was yet. He still has a little way to go. Hopefully by Christmas he'll be completely okay.
HOWEVER!
FIRST FAIL: MY DAD'S. For getting his halo off YESTERDAY, when he still had two weeks to go. God, he is freakin' annoying. The reason why it came off so early is because he would not stop fiddling with it and unscrewed it. And when I say unscrew it, I mean the four screws going into his skull. Yeah, smart. He is so frickin' lucky that it popped off in the parking lot of the prostetics office or he could have died. That didn't seem to penetrate though, as he was mock dancing in the front office ten minutes after the medical mechanic dismantled the halo and strapped on a plastic neck brace in the front seat of my car. While I tried to get him to sit down and not burst into tears. The jerk.
On a pro side though (which I am reluctant to acknowledge to exist because THIS SHOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED IN THE FIRST PLACE STUPID), dad's been feeling tons better without the screws in his head. I guess in the end it's probably a better thing. Dad's had the halo on for 2 1/2 months. And a halo is an instrument that keeps its patient in constant pain. Dad had been in a particulary bad place in the past few days, especially, because it had gotten knocked into and messed around with (THOUGH IT WAS HIS OWN FAULT THE BASTARD). It...just was not fun, driving him to the mechanic and coming back to the car to realize that his halo had completely detached from his head. And then him telling me I had no sense of humor as he hopped all over the place in the front office. Yeah, I was going to laugh at that.
Course, I didn't feel too good about that for too long, my mom made sure of that. What with being naturally cynical and a doctor as well. Well, to give her credit, she only said that he was going to be more vunerable in it and that it might take him longer to recover. She just hasn't mastered subtones, so she can't tell that she sounds like she believes he's going to trip off the nearest staircase and snap off his head at the ealiest opportunity. However, this does lead into the next point.
SECOND FAIL: Guess who? Yeah, it's still dad. How is he failing this time? Well, he's refusing home care. Any home care. Like, even the come-see-how-your-doing-and-leave kind. That's obligated by the doctor to make. He's also refusing to take the advise of his doctors and is moving around and bending down with a broken neck and is just being an idiot. But it's all about CONTROL, and he needs to be in CONTROL, because everyone else is an idiot and doesn't know what they're talking about (I mean. Doctors don't know anything. They've only gone to medical school. You've never actually recognizably finished college.) and he needs to have CONTROOOOL. Because? You can't have anyone telling you what to do? That's a good reason to ignore the advise of every recognized medical professional. It is easy to conclude that the last personality trait to deteriorate in unfavorable unconditions would be his bull-headedness.
Well, I don't really have a say in this anymore. He wasn't ruled incompetent and is capable of making his own dumbass decisions, no matter how ill-advised. Since he's out of the rehab center he can start taking care of his own affairs, so I'm not going to worry about it anymore. He's doing well enough at present that it isn't urgent that I "attempt" to intervene in what he's doing, not that I have the legal basis to do so. He's not going to pay attention to anything anyone says unless he gets into another incident. And if that happens, we'll have too many problems, it won't even matter anymore.
I don't really think that he'll have another incident (as long as he DOESN'T TOUCH THAT BRACE), otherwise I might've had to resort going behind his back for this. But, even if he doesn't follow the doctor's advice, I don't believe he'll do anything really damaging. He just talks big. Like a smart-ass. But, for now : *throws confetti*. Yay, NO MORE OF THIS SHIT. I'M GOING BACK TO SCHOOL AND LEEEEEAVEN' AND YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME EVER EVER AGAIN. I'll fall off the face of the earth and they'll never hear from me again. Until Christmas. I better be getting tons of shit.
FINAL FAIL IS MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! I have completely neglected LJ. NOT THAT I WANTED TOOOOOOO!!! ;.; But the extraneous circumstances prevented me. Well, I could have posted more to this (like election day....and last week...and I'm sure there are other times I thought about it but forgot), but I'm afraid What Is Wished For didn't get the attention it deserved. I am incapable of writing something that I believe to be subpar, so I waited a couple of weeks after the first chapter to think up a good scene selection for the next chapter. Then the accident happened. Then school raped me and defiled my innermost sanction. And, well, I have been working on it (it is half-way finished!), but at an extremely slow pace (being that the only place and time I find convenient to work on it is at the Starbucks on campus, three-times a week, during an hour between classes). This is also not helped by the fact that I am a slow writer under the best of circumstances. So, I've had to push it back much farther than I had ever planned (can you believe that I had orginally had a two-week schedule posting planned for it?) I had actually wanted to have it done by Thanksgiving, but, uh, I haven't even touched it since I got home. >///< So, I don't know when it will be done. Definately by next month, but I couldn't tell you before that. Home has gained the recent skill of invading everything I do. My schoolwork has also suffered some from it, and that is something I have to consider as well.
This icon is so cute~ <3 It makes me happy whenever I look at it, even though, lol, I typically use it when I am not in my happy place. Oh well. Those two are too cute together anyway. Every fanfiction I'm ever going to write of those pair is going to be dripping syrup, I can already tell.
And I need to get back to reading Herrick and Suckling. And my oh-I've-fallen-so-far-behind-in-drawing-class work. ;)
Ugh, well, I'm sure I'm getting to my happy place. Haven't eaten anything yet (we have decided to celebrate Thanksgiving a day later because I forgot to thaw the duck), but...well, I guess there's some responsibility off me. Problem is...I'm not entirely sure that's a good thing. For my dad.
He's out of rehab finally, since last Friday. I dunno. He's doing better mentally, but he's not back to how he was yet. He still has a little way to go. Hopefully by Christmas he'll be completely okay.
HOWEVER!
FIRST FAIL: MY DAD'S. For getting his halo off YESTERDAY, when he still had two weeks to go. God, he is freakin' annoying. The reason why it came off so early is because he would not stop fiddling with it and unscrewed it. And when I say unscrew it, I mean the four screws going into his skull. Yeah, smart. He is so frickin' lucky that it popped off in the parking lot of the prostetics office or he could have died. That didn't seem to penetrate though, as he was mock dancing in the front office ten minutes after the medical mechanic dismantled the halo and strapped on a plastic neck brace in the front seat of my car. While I tried to get him to sit down and not burst into tears. The jerk.
On a pro side though (which I am reluctant to acknowledge to exist because THIS SHOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED IN THE FIRST PLACE STUPID), dad's been feeling tons better without the screws in his head. I guess in the end it's probably a better thing. Dad's had the halo on for 2 1/2 months. And a halo is an instrument that keeps its patient in constant pain. Dad had been in a particulary bad place in the past few days, especially, because it had gotten knocked into and messed around with (THOUGH IT WAS HIS OWN FAULT THE BASTARD). It...just was not fun, driving him to the mechanic and coming back to the car to realize that his halo had completely detached from his head. And then him telling me I had no sense of humor as he hopped all over the place in the front office. Yeah, I was going to laugh at that.
Course, I didn't feel too good about that for too long, my mom made sure of that. What with being naturally cynical and a doctor as well. Well, to give her credit, she only said that he was going to be more vunerable in it and that it might take him longer to recover. She just hasn't mastered subtones, so she can't tell that she sounds like she believes he's going to trip off the nearest staircase and snap off his head at the ealiest opportunity. However, this does lead into the next point.
SECOND FAIL: Guess who? Yeah, it's still dad. How is he failing this time? Well, he's refusing home care. Any home care. Like, even the come-see-how-your-doing-and-leave kind. That's obligated by the doctor to make. He's also refusing to take the advise of his doctors and is moving around and bending down with a broken neck and is just being an idiot. But it's all about CONTROL, and he needs to be in CONTROL, because everyone else is an idiot and doesn't know what they're talking about (I mean. Doctors don't know anything. They've only gone to medical school. You've never actually recognizably finished college.) and he needs to have CONTROOOOL. Because? You can't have anyone telling you what to do? That's a good reason to ignore the advise of every recognized medical professional. It is easy to conclude that the last personality trait to deteriorate in unfavorable unconditions would be his bull-headedness.
Well, I don't really have a say in this anymore. He wasn't ruled incompetent and is capable of making his own dumbass decisions, no matter how ill-advised. Since he's out of the rehab center he can start taking care of his own affairs, so I'm not going to worry about it anymore. He's doing well enough at present that it isn't urgent that I "attempt" to intervene in what he's doing, not that I have the legal basis to do so. He's not going to pay attention to anything anyone says unless he gets into another incident. And if that happens, we'll have too many problems, it won't even matter anymore.
I don't really think that he'll have another incident (as long as he DOESN'T TOUCH THAT BRACE), otherwise I might've had to resort going behind his back for this. But, even if he doesn't follow the doctor's advice, I don't believe he'll do anything really damaging. He just talks big. Like a smart-ass. But, for now : *throws confetti*. Yay, NO MORE OF THIS SHIT. I'M GOING BACK TO SCHOOL AND LEEEEEAVEN' AND YOU'LL NEVER SEE ME EVER EVER AGAIN. I'll fall off the face of the earth and they'll never hear from me again. Until Christmas. I better be getting tons of shit.
FINAL FAIL IS MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! I have completely neglected LJ. NOT THAT I WANTED TOOOOOOO!!! ;.; But the extraneous circumstances prevented me. Well, I could have posted more to this (like election day....and last week...and I'm sure there are other times I thought about it but forgot), but I'm afraid What Is Wished For didn't get the attention it deserved. I am incapable of writing something that I believe to be subpar, so I waited a couple of weeks after the first chapter to think up a good scene selection for the next chapter. Then the accident happened. Then school raped me and defiled my innermost sanction. And, well, I have been working on it (it is half-way finished!), but at an extremely slow pace (being that the only place and time I find convenient to work on it is at the Starbucks on campus, three-times a week, during an hour between classes). This is also not helped by the fact that I am a slow writer under the best of circumstances. So, I've had to push it back much farther than I had ever planned (can you believe that I had orginally had a two-week schedule posting planned for it?) I had actually wanted to have it done by Thanksgiving, but, uh, I haven't even touched it since I got home. >///< So, I don't know when it will be done. Definately by next month, but I couldn't tell you before that. Home has gained the recent skill of invading everything I do. My schoolwork has also suffered some from it, and that is something I have to consider as well.
This icon is so cute~ <3 It makes me happy whenever I look at it, even though, lol, I typically use it when I am not in my happy place. Oh well. Those two are too cute together anyway. Every fanfiction I'm ever going to write of those pair is going to be dripping syrup, I can already tell.
And I need to get back to reading Herrick and Suckling. And my oh-I've-fallen-so-far-behind-in-drawing-class work. ;)