A rare, sad update
Ok so I know I haven't updated in like forever.
Work is good, i really like work etc etc. And there's plenty of time for entries like that and things with Doug are great as ever =)
But this is not a happy post. As some of you are aware my dad is one hell of an alcoholic, has been for over 10 years and I've been through a hell of a lot of abuse from him (rarely physical, mostly mental) Its why I hate living here so much and would do anything to get out of here.
But recently, as in the past 2 weeks or so he's gone downhill. His brain is completely addled, he gets confused about everything and where he is and nothing he says makes sense anymore. At first I thought this was all in my head and wasn't really that bad but the people who own my dad's local who I've known since I was about 7 have been on the phone to me and stuff as well because they're worried too. So tonight I got a lift from the woman who runs the bar up to the pub owners house Stewart. We all had a big long conversation and we've decided that tomorrow I'm phoning the doctors and demanding they come and see him, if that doesnt work we're phyiscally putting him in a car and taking him to hospital because it truly is the best thing for him and really the only option we have
Needless to say I'm terrified. Obviously he doesn't know about the doctor coming because believe me I've tried to approach the subject MANY times over the last 2 weeks and am politely told to fuck off. I'm positive he'll shout and scream at me for this but what choice do I have?
He is not a well man.
Please, I need words of comfort, support, anything. It's a dark time. He could be in hospital for weeks.
Much love to you all
Vicki x
Work is good, i really like work etc etc. And there's plenty of time for entries like that and things with Doug are great as ever =)
But this is not a happy post. As some of you are aware my dad is one hell of an alcoholic, has been for over 10 years and I've been through a hell of a lot of abuse from him (rarely physical, mostly mental) Its why I hate living here so much and would do anything to get out of here.
But recently, as in the past 2 weeks or so he's gone downhill. His brain is completely addled, he gets confused about everything and where he is and nothing he says makes sense anymore. At first I thought this was all in my head and wasn't really that bad but the people who own my dad's local who I've known since I was about 7 have been on the phone to me and stuff as well because they're worried too. So tonight I got a lift from the woman who runs the bar up to the pub owners house Stewart. We all had a big long conversation and we've decided that tomorrow I'm phoning the doctors and demanding they come and see him, if that doesnt work we're phyiscally putting him in a car and taking him to hospital because it truly is the best thing for him and really the only option we have
Needless to say I'm terrified. Obviously he doesn't know about the doctor coming because believe me I've tried to approach the subject MANY times over the last 2 weeks and am politely told to fuck off. I'm positive he'll shout and scream at me for this but what choice do I have?
He is not a well man.
Please, I need words of comfort, support, anything. It's a dark time. He could be in hospital for weeks.
Much love to you all
Vicki x