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I really have had enough of hospitals at this point. Dad's been there and back ten times in the last week. All of this started last Monday, and at this point he's going to be there at least until tomorrow. He got admitted Sunday morning, which in a way was good because he looked like death warmed over on Saturday. So far they have him on an IV (which was occluded this morning!), five different kinds of steroids for his asthma, oxygen and some steam treatment for his lungs, an antibiotic for his pneumonia, and something else I can't spell so that he can keep the antibiotic and anything he eats down. I visited him this morning with Gram, and he looks so much better than he did yesterday, but no where close to healthy.

This last week has been, honestly, the most terrifying I've had in a long time. I'm sure my roomates can attest to my moodiness, for which I apologize. At this point I tend to fluctuate between crying jags and just being angry. Not at anyone in particular, but anger derived from fear that my father suddenly won't be there. My grandmother, also, has been declining in the last few months, and I simply can't imagine life without either of them, for all that I bitch and complain.

I'm worried about Mom, because she really hasn't the capacity to handle any of this, and she simply won't talk about how she feels, to anyone. She's has like two hours of sleep a night this last week, too.

Anyway, back to the class I didn't study for, not that class has been that high on my priority list lately.


My problem lies in reconciling my gross habits with my net income.
~Errol Flynn (1909 - 1959)

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kidboomerang
Apr. 27th, 2004 12:51 am (UTC)
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