My phone was ringing at quarter to 3 am today. I was upstairs and it was downstairs. It wasn't a ring from one of my kids, whew, but it was ringing. Do I race downstairs or just let it ring? How likely is it to be a wrong number? DH made the decision and went downstairs to see who had called. He came upstairs and said, "It's your dad's number". CRAP! That's about all I had to say about that. How can that be good? So I went downstairs and called it back. My sister answered and told me that she called 9-1-1 this morning for my dad. CRAP! She heard him bump into a door around 2am and got up to check on him. He was lying on the floor in the bathroom, very weak and I'll spare you the details, suffice it to say he needed help. So she called the neighbors and then called 9-1-1. Why didn't she call 9-1-1 first? Who knows, but we will be having that talk tomorrow when I go there.
She did not know what hospital he was being taken to so I told her to call me back. Ok, a little bit later she called and told me. I went back to bed. CRAP! Who can sleep now? My dad is 84. My younger sister lives with him, she has Cerebral Palsy. They take care of each other. My older sister is retarded and schizophrenic, with a touch of Bipolar. I know that he is not going to be around forever. I am dreading the day all this responsibility lands in my lap. There is no one else to take care of them but me. I keep saying, "Just 10 more years, dad, just hang on." In reality? I don't want to lose him ever, I love him so much, but I also don't want to take over my sisters care. I guess no one asked me what I wanted to do right? We do what we have to and make it work, don't we? That's what we do. That's what I will have to do.
I called the hospital at 5am and found him. He answered, "Holly"? "No dad, it's Pam." "How did you find out about this?" I laughed. I told him Holly called me. I asked him if he wanted/needed me there today. He said "No you shouldn't drive here. It's a long drive and you'll be tired." LOL, I'm already tired. He is in good spirits and seems ok for the moment. Concerned that he was going to miss his golf date with a friend today. Typical.
They will admit him and run tests and ultimately probably not know what really happened. He is aging, he probably doesn't eat like he should and he was out late to a baseball game with my sister last night. I suspect his body just couldn't take so much at one time. He told me they are thinking that they will discharge him sometime tomorrow. He has someone to stay with my sister tonight. He was concerned about not having clothes for tomorrow or a way home. "Don't worry dad, I'll be there to bring you clothes, pick you up and make sure you get home. I'll stay with you and Holly and make sure you guys are ok."
I love you dad.
Don't worry, I got this! ~XOP~
She did not know what hospital he was being taken to so I told her to call me back. Ok, a little bit later she called and told me. I went back to bed. CRAP! Who can sleep now? My dad is 84. My younger sister lives with him, she has Cerebral Palsy. They take care of each other. My older sister is retarded and schizophrenic, with a touch of Bipolar. I know that he is not going to be around forever. I am dreading the day all this responsibility lands in my lap. There is no one else to take care of them but me. I keep saying, "Just 10 more years, dad, just hang on." In reality? I don't want to lose him ever, I love him so much, but I also don't want to take over my sisters care. I guess no one asked me what I wanted to do right? We do what we have to and make it work, don't we? That's what we do. That's what I will have to do.
I called the hospital at 5am and found him. He answered, "Holly"? "No dad, it's Pam." "How did you find out about this?" I laughed. I told him Holly called me. I asked him if he wanted/needed me there today. He said "No you shouldn't drive here. It's a long drive and you'll be tired." LOL, I'm already tired. He is in good spirits and seems ok for the moment. Concerned that he was going to miss his golf date with a friend today. Typical.
They will admit him and run tests and ultimately probably not know what really happened. He is aging, he probably doesn't eat like he should and he was out late to a baseball game with my sister last night. I suspect his body just couldn't take so much at one time. He told me they are thinking that they will discharge him sometime tomorrow. He has someone to stay with my sister tonight. He was concerned about not having clothes for tomorrow or a way home. "Don't worry dad, I'll be there to bring you clothes, pick you up and make sure you get home. I'll stay with you and Holly and make sure you guys are ok."
I love you dad.
Don't worry, I got this! ~XOP~