Journal in a Jar #8
JIAJ #8- Worst Birthday
This year's birthday, 2011 where I turned 23, was certainly the worst birthday I ever had. My actual date of birth is the 12th of July which was on Tuesday this year. My mom had made a special birthday dinner for me of tacos and I had gotten a small cake to share for desert. My mom and brother ate with me, but my dad had been bedridden for nearly two weeks with pain from his nerve condition.
He forced himself to make it to the table to eat cake with the rest of us. He managed only to get in a bite or two and it was horrible having to see him so weak and in such pain. Just a few minutes later my mom helped him into bed. The next day I had friends over and they partied with me and stayed overnight. I wake up Thursday morning to find out from my mom that my dad coughed up and bit of blood Wednesday night and also that morning and his doctor told her to take him to the ER. Thursday afternoon after several hours waiting, I checked in with my mom and got a report that the doctors thought he had a kidney stone.
A few more hours pass and I call in again and find out that the kidney stone has morphed into two blood clots, one in each lung, and an aneurism in my dad's aorta on his side. Then everything was a crazy descent into trying to figure out what food to bring mom, shifts for relieving people waiting with my dad, picking up various things to bring back to the hospital, and trying to figure out what to do first procedure wise for my dad's condition.
Twelve days in ICU and one major surgery later, my dad was out of harm's way, but it was definitely my worst birthday of all time.
This year's birthday, 2011 where I turned 23, was certainly the worst birthday I ever had. My actual date of birth is the 12th of July which was on Tuesday this year. My mom had made a special birthday dinner for me of tacos and I had gotten a small cake to share for desert. My mom and brother ate with me, but my dad had been bedridden for nearly two weeks with pain from his nerve condition.
He forced himself to make it to the table to eat cake with the rest of us. He managed only to get in a bite or two and it was horrible having to see him so weak and in such pain. Just a few minutes later my mom helped him into bed. The next day I had friends over and they partied with me and stayed overnight. I wake up Thursday morning to find out from my mom that my dad coughed up and bit of blood Wednesday night and also that morning and his doctor told her to take him to the ER. Thursday afternoon after several hours waiting, I checked in with my mom and got a report that the doctors thought he had a kidney stone.
A few more hours pass and I call in again and find out that the kidney stone has morphed into two blood clots, one in each lung, and an aneurism in my dad's aorta on his side. Then everything was a crazy descent into trying to figure out what food to bring mom, shifts for relieving people waiting with my dad, picking up various things to bring back to the hospital, and trying to figure out what to do first procedure wise for my dad's condition.
Twelve days in ICU and one major surgery later, my dad was out of harm's way, but it was definitely my worst birthday of all time.