My apologies to all my blogging friends; I left for home early Thursday morning, and returned Sunday evening. I have been to some of your blogs, and tried to be a good blogger and comment, but mostly, I've been catching up without leaving anything for you. I will try and be better once I have fewer unread items in my Google Reader (because having a high number there stresses me out so I have to keep reading instead of commenting).
We went home this weekend; we went for my dad, for Easter (even though none of my siblings are religious at all, we all go back for my parents who hold this as more important than Christmas), and for my family's edition of the munchkin's birthday (which comes next weekend).
Sulk by Radiohead
It was stressful. Neither my sister who lives in town nor my mother drive, so I was often ferrying them back and forth. I was also often at the hospital, a place which fills me with anxiety and trepidation at the best of times, let alone when my father is in there recovering from surgery and looking weaker than I've ever seen him. I felt unwell most of the weekend, and as I write this I still feel uncertain if I am sick or just feeling the after-effects of stress and anxiety.
A brief update on my father: on Wednesday night, we got a call very late (never a good sign) that he had been transferred to CCU (cardiac care unit) because his pulse and blood pressure were really low. So, when we arrived Thursday to see him, he looked more harried because of the scare. Between then and Sunday, he improved tremendously. His catheter was removed, and subsequently he was able to walk with the assistance of a walker. He's been discharged from the neurosurgeon's care, and the internist who took over has asked for a cardiac consult (supposedly to happen sometime today) to double check some anomalies and make sure there wasn't a heart attack at some point. Bottom line: he seems to be on the mend.
With that said, here are some things I could have done without this weekend:
- seeing my dad's junk
- seeing my dad's junk with a catheter involved
- seeing my dad's junk immediately after catheter removal
- helping my dad get his junk into pair of underpants
- being the guy who brought KFC into the cardiac floor (because my father said the hospital food was awful and I was feeling guilty for taking a week to get to see him)
Now, on with the pictures:
the munchkin sharing a birthday cupcake with my dad in the hospital
the munchkin opening her birthday gifts
the new Dora Crocs that were a huge hit
as was the Diego Easter basket, complete with binoculars and safari hat
the birthday cake/cupcakes
for Easter, my parents gave her new rainboots and an umbrella (clearly we are not of the superstitious ilk)
(Be honest, how many of you thought there would be a picture of my dad's junk after I segued from that list to images?)
7 comment:
I'm so glad to hear your father is on the road to recovery. When my father had triple bypass surgery a few years ago, I also had the pleasure of seeing my father's junk a'la catheter. Poor guy was getting relocated and someone actually stepped on the catheter line while it was still attached. I'll never forget the look of horror/pain on his face as his junk was yanked about while attached to that catheter.
I know that feeling. I hope it passes soon.
Glad your dad in on the up and up.
And I think if our girls ever got together, there would be a Dora nuclear meltdown.
oh dear - late night hospital calls are never good - you got that right! BUT, good to read things are looking up! (oops, was that a junk comment)?
LOVE the Dora crocs!!!
Love the bringing the KFC onto the cardiac floor!
I'm glad your Dad is up and at 'em. Or at least up.
ugh. holidays are stressful enough.
You are a good son. Catheters are the most evil of all inventions. How hard it must have been for your Dad I wonder..
thank you for not posting your father's junk. it's much appreciated.
(dear god, i love the word junk)
i am glad he's on the mend, though. that's great news.
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