Friday, September 12, 2008

Painted grape juice

Well, I guess our local paper was waiting for the 'after' stories about 9/11. The paper was full of them today. Still strange I think.
I'm not going to try and figure that one out. Doesn't matter really. That day has become more about personal connections and feelings. No matter where you were or what you were doing...or if you knew someone who died that day...or all affected us in a personal way. It will always be personal I think.


Just as I was leaving my house this morning, the house phone rang. I started to ignore it but for some reason decided not to. Good thing. It was the Dad.

D: TT this is your Dad

tt: Hi, Daddy, what's up?

D: Well, your mother isn't feeling too well. Are you on your way down here?

tt: I was just going out the door when the phone rang. What's wrong with her?

D: She's not feelong too well and I'm worried. Should I call EMSA? Or are you on your way?

tt: is she breathing?

D: Oh yea...but she doesn't feel well.

tt: Can she talk?

D: yea, but I don't know what to do. Are you on your way?

tt: AS soon as I'm off the phone with you, I'll be in the car. Call EMSA if she gets any worse ok?

D: Well....( pause )...ok, but hurry. I don't know what's wrong. Are you on your way?

tt: yep....I'm on my way.

D: ok, well hurry coz I don't know what to do.

Well, that was a wee bit unsettling. I got here in about 18 minutes. It usually takes about 28.
Whenever I first get here in the mornings, I always call out, "It's boogers."
To which she always responds, " Ok, boogers."
So, on my way down here I was wondering if I would hear that?
I did. she was sitting on her throne loveseat relaxing...waiting for me.
Dad was in a panicked state. She had to use her Nitro spray 4 times she said. She was feeling better..." but your father isn't...he's scared b/c you weren't're his security blanket".
She told him she was doing better and he said he was glad. she asked him why he panicked and he said," well, who'd stick my finger if you got sick?"
Well, that upset her all over again. I had to explain to her...for the hundredth time....that he didn't mean anything bad by that....he's got dementia Mom...remember...his brain doesn't function the same as ours....He's afraid to loose you.....
Well, that made her feel better.
She's really not feeling well though.
I can feel a cold sore forming........ shitfuckhelldamn


ETK said...

OK - I'm mad at you all over again (not really).
Why didn't you tell me that when we talked? You gave me a "watered down" version thankyouverymuch.

I'm sorry! That must have been a very tough drive.

I love you bunches!

Diane J Standiford said...

A tough road ahead. Yo are handling it so well, but do call on your peeps, like etk above.

Diane J Standiford said...

A tough road ahead. Yo are handling it so well, but do call on your peeps, like etk above.

e c f e s w said...

this sounds so familiar~~~except I am built a house and moved my parents in with me~~~which I am glad I did~~~but if I had to do it over, I think I would have bought a really small house just for me and my cat in their hometown....but their house wasn't wheelchair full accessible so I am glad that I did what I did

Gin said...

Oh TT, I so get it.

I deal with my dad (84 years old) often (have 4 siblings that help too, so no one has him all the time...thankyouGod) and it's not easy. He's alone and still able to function on his own for the most part, altho we kids spend time with him daily. His Alzheimer's is getting worse tho and we've been talking about what to do. It's NOT easy!

Sometimes after a hard days work, it's so hard to muster the patience needed to deal with his repetitive questions, his obsessing about trivial minutia and his forgetfulness. But we do it...we have to.

You're a good daughter!!!

Farmer*swife a/k/a Glass_Half_Full said...

You should do the Happy Dance for yourself. Seriously? For all you do and help out your folks? You rock!

[Do the happy dance! It's fun and you deserve it!!!!]