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Midweek Meltdown
4 years ago
Just wanted to give you all a quick update.
Tuesday, my grandmother wanted to do some shopping, as well as do some banking to take care of some bills. Naturally, my father decided to invite himself along. On the way to the store, he wanted my grandmother to stop at a convenience store to pick up a pack of smokes, and a few beers. My grandmother objected, but gave in. She sat out in the parking lot, and watched him go inside. It was then when someone ran out yelling to call for an ambulance, she knew then what had happened. My father went down hard, after having a stroke, smashing his face into the bare concrete floor.
He was rushed to the ER unit of Good Samaritan Hospital out in Brocton, MA. From there, he was transferred to the ICU after extensive testing, and monitoring. My grandmother, of course, was confused, and distraught since no one in the hospital would help her. She came home in tears.
Wednesday came around, and around noon time, a phone call comes in from the hospital. My father was on the other end of the line, saying that he released himself, and was ready to be picked up, "requesting" to go to the liquor store along the way back.
From what my grandmother told me when she got back to the house later on, the hospital wanted to implant a pace maker in his chest, since his heart is only working at 20% capacity. However, the doctor stated that in order to have the pace maker put in, my father would have to give up his addiction to alcohol. It was then my father said some coarse language, and rudely demanded that they release him at once on his own free will. The hospital, sadly, could not deny his request. Having signed the release forms, my father walked out the front door, and to a nearby Seven Eleven to pick up a pack of cigarettes. My grandmother arrived 5 minutes later, and the pack was empty.
The ride back home for her, was long, and stressful. My old man turned around, and basically said to my grandmother, that after learning of the condition he was in, would make it his goal to, after stating he had no purpose left in life, basically drink himself out of this world. This left my grandmother in tears as she had flashbacks to when his father took his own life from the same addiction, along with severe depression, Christmas morning of '84.
It is said that the son inherits the sins of the father. I guess I was the one that broke the mold, since I don't smoke, and only drink moderately during social events. Which, as we all know, hasn't been the case for well over a year now.
I'm not sure what to do anymore. It's reached the point now I just don't care. Whatever happens, happens.
I have nothing else to report on, so I'm going to end it here.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
Tuesday, my grandmother wanted to do some shopping, as well as do some banking to take care of some bills. Naturally, my father decided to invite himself along. On the way to the store, he wanted my grandmother to stop at a convenience store to pick up a pack of smokes, and a few beers. My grandmother objected, but gave in. She sat out in the parking lot, and watched him go inside. It was then when someone ran out yelling to call for an ambulance, she knew then what had happened. My father went down hard, after having a stroke, smashing his face into the bare concrete floor.
He was rushed to the ER unit of Good Samaritan Hospital out in Brocton, MA. From there, he was transferred to the ICU after extensive testing, and monitoring. My grandmother, of course, was confused, and distraught since no one in the hospital would help her. She came home in tears.
Wednesday came around, and around noon time, a phone call comes in from the hospital. My father was on the other end of the line, saying that he released himself, and was ready to be picked up, "requesting" to go to the liquor store along the way back.
From what my grandmother told me when she got back to the house later on, the hospital wanted to implant a pace maker in his chest, since his heart is only working at 20% capacity. However, the doctor stated that in order to have the pace maker put in, my father would have to give up his addiction to alcohol. It was then my father said some coarse language, and rudely demanded that they release him at once on his own free will. The hospital, sadly, could not deny his request. Having signed the release forms, my father walked out the front door, and to a nearby Seven Eleven to pick up a pack of cigarettes. My grandmother arrived 5 minutes later, and the pack was empty.
The ride back home for her, was long, and stressful. My old man turned around, and basically said to my grandmother, that after learning of the condition he was in, would make it his goal to, after stating he had no purpose left in life, basically drink himself out of this world. This left my grandmother in tears as she had flashbacks to when his father took his own life from the same addiction, along with severe depression, Christmas morning of '84.
It is said that the son inherits the sins of the father. I guess I was the one that broke the mold, since I don't smoke, and only drink moderately during social events. Which, as we all know, hasn't been the case for well over a year now.
I'm not sure what to do anymore. It's reached the point now I just don't care. Whatever happens, happens.
I have nothing else to report on, so I'm going to end it here.
That's about it for now.
Take care all.
dalesql
~dalesql
Ghod. The shit never stops. Sorry you are having to deal with all that.
