Dad
Things are looking up--his lungs sound better, his vital signs are stabilizing and I'm taking all that to mean that he's going to get better, and his nurse is very positive. Hopefully I'll be able to catch up with his doctor tomorrow. I feel better--yesterday, I could feel myself shutting down. I thought I was tired but I think I was just running away inside my head.
I can't believe what this man has gone through health-wise. I've had doctors tell me too many times that my dad wasn't going to make it. I barely listen to them anymore. But this time my dad seemed fixated on shuffling off this mortal coil and I got--not really scared, just upset. I kept getting this lost feeling, which was weird. Plus he kept telling me how important I was and how he couldn't make it without me and I was always the one he could count on which flattering, hell yeah, but so completely not true. That made me worry that he was suffering from dementia. I'm really not kidding, I know it sounds like it but I'm totally serious--it freaked me out. It always does when he compliments me that way. I'm much more comfortable when he tells me how mean and evil I am. It always makes me laugh, and makes him laugh too. It's an odd relationship, yes.
So, mostly I'm just posting to say that I'm feeling confident that he'll pull through, that I feel like I've been forced through a sieve, that my stress test came back fine, follow up on the 15th, that if things don't settle a bit I just might end up running down the aisle at Targey screaming at the top of my lungs and no doubt a customer will stop me and ask if we've gotten in that leapfrop leappad piece of shit they've been driving me crazy about....
comments disabled because no one should have to try and respond to this post, oy. Love you so much, thank you for keeping me SANE!.
I can't believe what this man has gone through health-wise. I've had doctors tell me too many times that my dad wasn't going to make it. I barely listen to them anymore. But this time my dad seemed fixated on shuffling off this mortal coil and I got--not really scared, just upset. I kept getting this lost feeling, which was weird. Plus he kept telling me how important I was and how he couldn't make it without me and I was always the one he could count on which flattering, hell yeah, but so completely not true. That made me worry that he was suffering from dementia. I'm really not kidding, I know it sounds like it but I'm totally serious--it freaked me out. It always does when he compliments me that way. I'm much more comfortable when he tells me how mean and evil I am. It always makes me laugh, and makes him laugh too. It's an odd relationship, yes.
So, mostly I'm just posting to say that I'm feeling confident that he'll pull through, that I feel like I've been forced through a sieve, that my stress test came back fine, follow up on the 15th, that if things don't settle a bit I just might end up running down the aisle at Targey screaming at the top of my lungs and no doubt a customer will stop me and ask if we've gotten in that leapfrop leappad piece of shit they've been driving me crazy about....
comments disabled because no one should have to try and respond to this post, oy. Love you so much, thank you for keeping me SANE!.