Madness
So, this has pretty much been the scariest weekend of my life.
Friday night around 8:30 my mom starts yelling for me to come upstairs. I go, and m dad's like in total denial...he had flu symptoms for the last two days...he was shaking uncontrollably. My mom called 911, and in the 5 minutes it took them to get there, i just stood there holding my dad. He basically starts to throw up when the paramedics arrive, they take his temp. and it's at 105. He's pretty much out of it and has no clue what's going on so he starts to resist the paramedics. My brother pretty much races home from Coral Springs in 5 minuts. when he gets there my bro and I basically look into my dad's eyes and tell him to trust us. he calmed down. my brother drove in the ambulance with them, I drove with my mom. His temp rose to 108.1 As we're going my mom calls the families we're really close with. The ones we went to vegas with Xmas '04..and pretty much do everything with. Mom and I get there, and we're in the waiting room of the emergency room. and literally within 10 minutes of us being there. 10 members of our "group" show up. I went back once to go see him..he was totally out of it..throwing up and such. I walked back out, couldn't take it. At around 9 I called Tamara to tell her what happend. She drops everythign she was doing and came and spent 1.5 hours with me, and my family...whom she's never met before, other than my bro. It was extremely nice of her, I can't put it into words. She left around 10:30...and when i come back from walking her to her car, my mom comes back crying. So everyone comforts her..and I tell my brother to come back with me, even though we're supposed to go 1 by 1. My dad was sedated, tubes running down his throat. probably the scariest thing i've seen in my life. I literally started crying like crazy. I couldn't take it. Before we walked out into the waiting room I tried to compose myself, but as soon as I walked out i started crying again, and just sat there. We left at midnight. Over the course of the night he was transferred to intensive care, just hearing that alone freaked me out. My house was so quite, luckily everyone came and visited and such. Saturday morning I had to go to our store to open, luckily I didn't go to hospital in the morning, he had 3 tubes running down his mouth, on assisted breathing..i woudln't have been able to handle it. I went by around 4, by then they took two of them out. I walked into the room, and i saw him just sleeping, and I started crying, feeling so helpless, and wondering why he has to go through this. I just sat there, my mom was with me..and comforted me, then some family friends came and helped. Then, my dad woke up..and he was joking around and such..which was really good to see. I started to compose myself, I didn't want him to see me like that, but he did, and he said "don't worry son, everything'll be ok". Then at about 5 that same day they took the last tube out and he was off the breathing machine. From then to now he has gotten extremely better. Throughout the whole time he was joking around, it was pretty amazing seeing how strong he is. He's hopefully coming out tomorrow. I've never felt more responsibilty in my life, the thought of losing my dad dawned on me and I figured that if it were to happen, alot would be thrown on my brother and my shoulders. and we handled it well. everyone's so amazed that through it all we stood strong and made sure our store's running smoothly. The 4 families we hang out with are amazing. They truly are a second family for us.
This ordeal really put life into perspective for me.
Everything'll be fine.
Friday night around 8:30 my mom starts yelling for me to come upstairs. I go, and m dad's like in total denial...he had flu symptoms for the last two days...he was shaking uncontrollably. My mom called 911, and in the 5 minutes it took them to get there, i just stood there holding my dad. He basically starts to throw up when the paramedics arrive, they take his temp. and it's at 105. He's pretty much out of it and has no clue what's going on so he starts to resist the paramedics. My brother pretty much races home from Coral Springs in 5 minuts. when he gets there my bro and I basically look into my dad's eyes and tell him to trust us. he calmed down. my brother drove in the ambulance with them, I drove with my mom. His temp rose to 108.1 As we're going my mom calls the families we're really close with. The ones we went to vegas with Xmas '04..and pretty much do everything with. Mom and I get there, and we're in the waiting room of the emergency room. and literally within 10 minutes of us being there. 10 members of our "group" show up. I went back once to go see him..he was totally out of it..throwing up and such. I walked back out, couldn't take it. At around 9 I called Tamara to tell her what happend. She drops everythign she was doing and came and spent 1.5 hours with me, and my family...whom she's never met before, other than my bro. It was extremely nice of her, I can't put it into words. She left around 10:30...and when i come back from walking her to her car, my mom comes back crying. So everyone comforts her..and I tell my brother to come back with me, even though we're supposed to go 1 by 1. My dad was sedated, tubes running down his throat. probably the scariest thing i've seen in my life. I literally started crying like crazy. I couldn't take it. Before we walked out into the waiting room I tried to compose myself, but as soon as I walked out i started crying again, and just sat there. We left at midnight. Over the course of the night he was transferred to intensive care, just hearing that alone freaked me out. My house was so quite, luckily everyone came and visited and such. Saturday morning I had to go to our store to open, luckily I didn't go to hospital in the morning, he had 3 tubes running down his mouth, on assisted breathing..i woudln't have been able to handle it. I went by around 4, by then they took two of them out. I walked into the room, and i saw him just sleeping, and I started crying, feeling so helpless, and wondering why he has to go through this. I just sat there, my mom was with me..and comforted me, then some family friends came and helped. Then, my dad woke up..and he was joking around and such..which was really good to see. I started to compose myself, I didn't want him to see me like that, but he did, and he said "don't worry son, everything'll be ok". Then at about 5 that same day they took the last tube out and he was off the breathing machine. From then to now he has gotten extremely better. Throughout the whole time he was joking around, it was pretty amazing seeing how strong he is. He's hopefully coming out tomorrow. I've never felt more responsibilty in my life, the thought of losing my dad dawned on me and I figured that if it were to happen, alot would be thrown on my brother and my shoulders. and we handled it well. everyone's so amazed that through it all we stood strong and made sure our store's running smoothly. The 4 families we hang out with are amazing. They truly are a second family for us.
This ordeal really put life into perspective for me.
Everything'll be fine.