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Is This Week Over Yet?
Aug. 14th, 2009 03:45 pmJust got home from the hospital. They were supposed to send my grandpa home today, but he got sick again last night, or early this morning, so they are keeping him at least until tomorrow. Possibly over the weekend - he needs to be seen by the physical therapist for a couple sessions before they will let him leave. He was on morphine when we were there, so he was drifting in and out while we talked, but he was mostly coherent and aware, so that's good.
It's been three years since his brain tumor, and I was at school this winter when he had a heart attack, and I'd forgotten how scary it is to see him in the hospital. In my mind I always see him as the strong, tough man I grew up with - the man who built my dollhouses by hand and taught me how to fish and worked every weekend in the soup kitchen at his church. Even now after the brain surgery, which left him less active and unable to drive, he still watches cartoons and makes stupid jokes and laughs when little kids ask him if he's a pirate because of his eyepatch. It's really frightening to take that man I know and try to put him together in my head with the man lying in the hospital bed looking so weak and sick.
I really hope they let him come home tomorrow.
On the other front, my mom's boyfriend is in the ICU now.
He had the oral surgery yesterday to get his tooth removed and the infection drained, but I guess it was more difficult than the doctors expected. He's intubated and heavily sedated and probably won't be even moved to a regular room until at least tomorrow. My mom doesn't think he'll be released before Tuesday at the earliest. She's still more mad at him than worried, since this tooth has apparently been a problem for TWO YEARS (opponents of a public option for health care: THIS IS WHY I HATE YOU).
I don't think he's in any immediate danger, and he's just my mom's boyfriend, it's not like we're close, but...she really cares about him. And this is the most stable relationship she's been in since she got divorced from my dad, and compared to some of the guys she's dated, he is a fucking saint. I like him, if only because I think he's been good to and for her. So I hope he's okay.
I really want to get some writing done, but I feel like it's taking all my mental energy just to hold myself together right now.
It's been three years since his brain tumor, and I was at school this winter when he had a heart attack, and I'd forgotten how scary it is to see him in the hospital. In my mind I always see him as the strong, tough man I grew up with - the man who built my dollhouses by hand and taught me how to fish and worked every weekend in the soup kitchen at his church. Even now after the brain surgery, which left him less active and unable to drive, he still watches cartoons and makes stupid jokes and laughs when little kids ask him if he's a pirate because of his eyepatch. It's really frightening to take that man I know and try to put him together in my head with the man lying in the hospital bed looking so weak and sick.
I really hope they let him come home tomorrow.
On the other front, my mom's boyfriend is in the ICU now.
He had the oral surgery yesterday to get his tooth removed and the infection drained, but I guess it was more difficult than the doctors expected. He's intubated and heavily sedated and probably won't be even moved to a regular room until at least tomorrow. My mom doesn't think he'll be released before Tuesday at the earliest. She's still more mad at him than worried, since this tooth has apparently been a problem for TWO YEARS (opponents of a public option for health care: THIS IS WHY I HATE YOU).
I don't think he's in any immediate danger, and he's just my mom's boyfriend, it's not like we're close, but...she really cares about him. And this is the most stable relationship she's been in since she got divorced from my dad, and compared to some of the guys she's dated, he is a fucking saint. I like him, if only because I think he's been good to and for her. So I hope he's okay.
I really want to get some writing done, but I feel like it's taking all my mental energy just to hold myself together right now.