still here
My birthday yesterday was not quite what I expected.
That’s life, though. Just when you believe you have things all figured out, all arranged, nice and neat and wrapped up with a pretty pink ribbon, something happens to show you who’s boss. Or rather, that you’re NOT the boss. And definitely not as IN CONTROL as you may have thought.
I’ve been spending my time hanging out in the intensive care unit with my dad. He had a fall in the evening on October 13th. It should never have happened, but it did. He fell on his right side, onto a chair. In the process, he managed to break four or five ribs, in two places each.
The rib fractures were one thing, but the other major problem was that he developed a right sided pneumothorax because of them. A chest tube was placed, to open up the lung. He did better. Then he did worse. He got confused. He threw something at his nurse. He was restrained. Then he was less confused. And then his breathing worsened.
And worsened.
And worsened again.
And two days ago, the ICU physicians intubated him and placed him on a ventilator, to breathe for him. That’s where we are now.
In the meantime, my family is living on take out food. My work is getting neglected. I’m distracted. My husband is doing all of the work around the house, taking care of the children, dealing with our refrigerator (which keeps on breaking, repeatedly), and being my rock. He’s doing all of this so I can spend my time with Dad. I don’t know what I’d do without him.
He’s pretty amazing, my husband.
My dad is pretty amazing too.
I love them both so much it hurts.
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