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Day 12 of Hospitalization
14 years ago
"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them."
-William Shakespeare Warning: Mild Personal Rant Ahead.
Tonight’s been one hell of a night. My dad hasn’t shown much improvement since he was first administered into the hospital nearly 2 weeks ago, there’s some conflicts among the hospital staff. I won’t get into the details, but certain doctors were getting quite pissed at others, some for legitimate reasons, others less so. It also doesn’t help that there’s been a couple breaks in communication (thankfully that’s only been on how long he’d been there; at the start of day 11, the Infectious Disease Specialist had thought he’d only been there 7, and so hadn’t realized he’d already finished the 10 days of tamiflu).
To top it off, my mom decided to come home so that she could take a shower and do some laundry before going back. However, a hell of a storm just dropped on us, and most expressways were lucky to be going faster than 30mph (unless you were a complete idiot; there were more than a few accidents and slide outs, and some of those were possibly even careful drivers). Given the state of roads when we were getting home, it’d be dangerous to try to drive through that crap at night. There was at least 3-4 inches when I got back about an hour and a half after dropping my brother off at the airport (normally a 50 or so minute drive), and that was after being plowed by our generous neighbor. 3-4 inches after being plowed. Yeah. Because of this, my mom was in some distress for a time emotionally because she wanted to get back to dad as soon as possible. Intellectually she knows that she needn’t be is such duress, but it’s hard not to when your significant other has been in the hospital with pneumonia and still potentially contagious with H1N1 and, though he’s stable, things could fluctuate at any time. And it seems every family member had to call and talk to her, so our phones, normally quite, were going off left and right, which wasn’t really helping my mom’s stress.
While she was venting her emotional frustrations with friends and family (that and some food did help calm her down some), I was on the phone with my brother. He’d come up via plane to visit dad, but his return flight was canceled due to weather. Has he stuck to his original flight and not changed to a later one this wouldn’t have happened, but he wanted to spend a few more hours by dad’s side. So I was on the phone with him, going over several travel sights, looking for flights. Yeah, that was hectic, and didn’t exactly end satisfactory. The better flight showed 5 open seats, and 5 minutes later it was booked. Both of us were swearing at our luck and the circumstances.
Needless to say, tonight has been stressful for almost all parties involved (I also got the car stuck in the driveway, but not too badly; it’s just the only vehicle that can leave the driveway based on its position). Being up at the hospital visiting my dad (who is on pain killers, sedatives, and a paralytic), takes up a fair amount of time, which hasn’t much put me in a good mood to write, which is starting to get upsetting for me because not only am I making little progress on any personal works (using a notebook up at the hospital I made some notes and have reworked the beginning of a novel that had frustrated me), but there’s two people here on FA that are anticipating works of fiction from me, neither of which have gotten past the planning stages, and so have been on the backburner for weeks now. This frustrates me because I believe both are looking forward to what I produce (having had a few talks with both regarding said stories), and I’m afraid it’s going to be quite some time before either see anything. Especially since one already graciously accepted a request from me, and I was more than happy to return the favor, and yet have accomplished almost nothing of it since being asked. This seeming inability to write has me frustrated to no end, as it seems like I’m incapable of performing any creative endeavor, which has me accomplishing little of merit around the house, which only adds to my frustration.
Anyway, that’s the news from the home front. Things have settled down just a tad for the evening, though I’m doubting I’ll get a restful night’s sleep. Nobody’s day is going as planned, and it’s stressful for everybody. We don’t even have the slightest idea as to when dad is going to get better, or possibly (knock on wood) backpedal, which had mom so stressed and not being able to get back to the hospital, though she hasn’t ruled out trying to go back tonight having given some time for the plows to do their job, though by my ears the wind has picked up. Which means drift. Well, as they say, when you’ve hit bottom, the only place to go is up (any mentions a shovel, you will never be heard from again). Here’s to hoping tomorrow proves to be a turning point, or at least go better than this evening.
Tonight’s been one hell of a night. My dad hasn’t shown much improvement since he was first administered into the hospital nearly 2 weeks ago, there’s some conflicts among the hospital staff. I won’t get into the details, but certain doctors were getting quite pissed at others, some for legitimate reasons, others less so. It also doesn’t help that there’s been a couple breaks in communication (thankfully that’s only been on how long he’d been there; at the start of day 11, the Infectious Disease Specialist had thought he’d only been there 7, and so hadn’t realized he’d already finished the 10 days of tamiflu).
To top it off, my mom decided to come home so that she could take a shower and do some laundry before going back. However, a hell of a storm just dropped on us, and most expressways were lucky to be going faster than 30mph (unless you were a complete idiot; there were more than a few accidents and slide outs, and some of those were possibly even careful drivers). Given the state of roads when we were getting home, it’d be dangerous to try to drive through that crap at night. There was at least 3-4 inches when I got back about an hour and a half after dropping my brother off at the airport (normally a 50 or so minute drive), and that was after being plowed by our generous neighbor. 3-4 inches after being plowed. Yeah. Because of this, my mom was in some distress for a time emotionally because she wanted to get back to dad as soon as possible. Intellectually she knows that she needn’t be is such duress, but it’s hard not to when your significant other has been in the hospital with pneumonia and still potentially contagious with H1N1 and, though he’s stable, things could fluctuate at any time. And it seems every family member had to call and talk to her, so our phones, normally quite, were going off left and right, which wasn’t really helping my mom’s stress.
While she was venting her emotional frustrations with friends and family (that and some food did help calm her down some), I was on the phone with my brother. He’d come up via plane to visit dad, but his return flight was canceled due to weather. Has he stuck to his original flight and not changed to a later one this wouldn’t have happened, but he wanted to spend a few more hours by dad’s side. So I was on the phone with him, going over several travel sights, looking for flights. Yeah, that was hectic, and didn’t exactly end satisfactory. The better flight showed 5 open seats, and 5 minutes later it was booked. Both of us were swearing at our luck and the circumstances.
Needless to say, tonight has been stressful for almost all parties involved (I also got the car stuck in the driveway, but not too badly; it’s just the only vehicle that can leave the driveway based on its position). Being up at the hospital visiting my dad (who is on pain killers, sedatives, and a paralytic), takes up a fair amount of time, which hasn’t much put me in a good mood to write, which is starting to get upsetting for me because not only am I making little progress on any personal works (using a notebook up at the hospital I made some notes and have reworked the beginning of a novel that had frustrated me), but there’s two people here on FA that are anticipating works of fiction from me, neither of which have gotten past the planning stages, and so have been on the backburner for weeks now. This frustrates me because I believe both are looking forward to what I produce (having had a few talks with both regarding said stories), and I’m afraid it’s going to be quite some time before either see anything. Especially since one already graciously accepted a request from me, and I was more than happy to return the favor, and yet have accomplished almost nothing of it since being asked. This seeming inability to write has me frustrated to no end, as it seems like I’m incapable of performing any creative endeavor, which has me accomplishing little of merit around the house, which only adds to my frustration.
Anyway, that’s the news from the home front. Things have settled down just a tad for the evening, though I’m doubting I’ll get a restful night’s sleep. Nobody’s day is going as planned, and it’s stressful for everybody. We don’t even have the slightest idea as to when dad is going to get better, or possibly (knock on wood) backpedal, which had mom so stressed and not being able to get back to the hospital, though she hasn’t ruled out trying to go back tonight having given some time for the plows to do their job, though by my ears the wind has picked up. Which means drift. Well, as they say, when you’ve hit bottom, the only place to go is up (any mentions a shovel, you will never be heard from again). Here’s to hoping tomorrow proves to be a turning point, or at least go better than this evening.
