Here I am in Pittsburgh with my kids having come to see my Dad. I can't sleep. I was dreaming about traffic, feeling like I'm flying, going up and down hills. And I'm too sad and don't want to be alone. We watched New Year's Eve on ABC Family or Disney mostly America's Funniest Home Videos. My kids thought it was a travesty how the winner didn't have any kids to bring on the prize: visits to all the Disney parks around the world. We switched over to Fox to watch the ball drop. But we swear we didn't actually see it drop, we think somebody dropped the ball. We don't know. Everybody kissed. I called my husband but he must have been asleep.
We got to see my Dad and we got to see Ruthann and we got to talk to the doctor, one of them, not the main doctor but the staff in charge I guess.
He didn't look horrible but it wasn't great. He had circles around his eyes, brown eyelids. He wasn't conscious but he did move his head around when we came in and when we left. I couldn't think of what to say, except like Dad I'm here and about the weather on the road. Eric was something: we're glad you're not dead, we're mad at them for getting you sick.
What happened was my dad got released on Christmas Eve but he needed arrangements to come to a care facility here and also transport home. So I was going to come out Christmas weekend but since he was supposed to be home Monday or Tuesday, I cancelled that. But the insurance company was closed for Christmas and they didn't make the arrangements to get him out of here. And then over the weekend he got pneumonia and he's been worse every day since.
This doctor we spoke to was pretty grim, but Ruthann assures me that he's always like that and the one in the morning is much more positive.
1 year ago