My grandfather fell this morning at 3:30 or so. He hit his head on his nightstand. My mother yelled at me to come in there.
There was a splatter of blood on the floor, and his head was bleeding quite a bit.
His glasses had been knocked off when he fell. That sorta' symbolized something to me. Earlier, not 30 minutes prior, he had told my mother to be careful not to knock off his glasses or to drop him. I hope that makes sense.
She called Hospice and I called my father.
He was pale and his whole body was shaking. He was slurring his words.
When my father got there he just held him.
I walked out of the room for a bit and when I walked back in I said, "You shouldn't let him sleep." My father said, "I think he's going to do a lot more than sleep." I told him, "No, I give him at least two days."
My mother called Hospice and asked if they should take him to the hospital or not. My mother told the nurse on call that it looked like he'd need stitches.
Then my mother called back a few minutes later and asked if it would be alright to call an ambulance. They said yes.
So, she did.
I pulled my fathers truck into the yard, next to the front door. I did well, I think.
They took their time. I sarcastically said, "This is the fastest I've ever seen anyone move for an emergency." They were going so slow.
It annoyed me. I felt like they were letting his time slip away. Almost like they didn't care. I was bothered by it. He was just sitting in his wheelchair next to his chair in the living room. He was sorta' slumped over to the right. He didn't look like himself.
No one put his glasses back on him. I'm not sure why.
They left and I sat in the living room and cried. It had been a long day already. I had left once. Just walked to the other house, grabbed a bag of my stuff and left off, walking.
My father caught up to me and had me go to my grandfathers with my mother, so we could talk.
We didn't talk. We watched HGTV. I ate a bit.
Then it all started.
After I was done crying, I went to bed.
I woke up a few times. It was a long night.
Oh My Goodie Goodie Gumdrops.
Hospitalized.
Friday, October 16, 2009
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Labels: bad day, family, father, feeling blah, grandfather, life, mother, semi-depressed
Why me?
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
My laptop has a virus.
Great. Just fantastic.
I have no clue how to fix it.
It's the one where my google searches redirect to weird websites. It's disgusting. Some of them have 'porn-esque' names. I never stick around to find out. Others are about like Punjabi and all. Weird.
So, I am getting really annoyed. I've tried two different programs. One of them keeps freezing as it's time to remove the damn thing (not good). The other doesn't get everything apparently (damn).
Now what?
I have no idea.
I guess I just have to keep trying.
Any advice from the maybe 2 readers I have?
Oh, and on top of that, I just found out that my horse has a huge gash on her back left leg. It is literally 5 inches long and at least 2 inches deep. It's disgusting. It's all swollen and has pus oozing out of it.
This is what I get for having a 'semi-feral' horse, isn't it? I don't know she has an injury until she decides to waltz over and I get a glimpse.
Today is not my day...
Highlight of my day: My father was joking with my grandfather (he's 85/6 and terminally ill--not all there) and told him that my mother was mean and hit him. My grandfather said, "I don't want that bi**h to get mad at me." We couldn't stop laughing. My mother was in the kitchen and didn't hear it. It was hillarious.
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Labels: bad day, father, grandfather, horse, laptop, life, mother, virus
Smoothie Move.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Wow. I've been getting my father to drink smoothies for the last two days. He says he enjoys them more than things like ice cream.
Then, he asked me why I stopped eating meat.
I told him it's because I feel better when I don't eat it, which is the absolute truth. I really do feel much better when I don't eat it.
So, then he said something shocking, "Maybe I'll have to join you."
Whoa! My father the carnivore of the year talking blasphemy?
Now, there is some reasoning to this, meat is beginning to make him sick now--to the point of vomiting--as are all processed foods.
Is this my chance to really have something in common with my father?
We shall see! I'm excited.
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Is it just me or am I having a weird reaction to drinking only organic smoothies and water and eating no meat? It's like having a slight cold all the time. I get a headache every once in a while.
I'm really just hoping this is my body freaking out and getting rid of the bad stuff it's stored over the years.
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Labels: family, father, feeling blah, headache, juice, water
