Well…. 3 weeks and 3 trips to the hospital for Pops. It is hard to keep a positive outlook, when we seem to be living in this horrible loop. I can’t imagine how my dad feels, or if he even really understands what is happening. I missed a call from the hospital at 1:30 this morning & called to confirm my suspicion about 6 o’clock.
This time is worse? Or different…. his “fall,” which can be presumed came from another seizure – caused a head injury. He is in surgery now, to relieve some bleeding on his brain.
I am sitting in the waiting room…. waiting to see him once he is out of surgery. Waiting to see how he is doing….. waiting to make sure he is “okay”.
Something has got to change. This time, they are going to have to give us a different plan. A better plan for how Dad will be taken care of. It is beyond frustrating & I am really not sure what to do next. Two times ago he walked out of the Rehab facility, this last time we had “home care” prescribed – but they can only come a couple times per week (WTF good does that do)?!?
But however many times it takes to get it right. We will be here. Waiting for someone to help. Waiting for someone to point us to a different path, that leads us to change. We come up with plans and ideas, but still lack the control to put things in action…. he is discharged and feels like he is okay to make his own decisions. You can’t help someone who doesn’t think they need it.
And yes… for those who are wondering I went and watched my kids team with the district championship before coming to sit in the waiting room – because I need some good to balance out the bad. I’m sure some might think it selfish, but I’ve done run out of fucks to give… #SorryNotSorry
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