Done This Week
Mar. 31st, 2024 02:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scrubjayspeaks*deep breath*
*shrieking*
As Movies With Mikey would say: *muffled catawampus*
Anyway! (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
After I posted the last weekly wrap-up, dad had a major mental meltdown due to both delayed-onset effects of hypoxia during the heart attack and the sedatives they had him on. Cue chaos and panic and me having to coach mum through lying to him over the phone to soothe him through the delusions and then talk her down from the conviction that he was going to die before the night was out.
Spoiler: he did not die. It was a real weird, like, 48 hours, though. Also, mum has a viral infection, for which the ER did basically nothing. She gets to just ride out this exhausting cough.
My car, after spending a week and a half in the shop, was returned to me with its newly-installed computer. Which then malfunctioned the next day and had to go right back. If I have to pay to have it replaced again, despite it being--you know--obviously defective, it will mean I spend an entire month’s wages on that car in about three weeks’ time.
Then the doctors decided he should have a pacemaker/defibrillator installed. We were told they would talk to us about it ahead of time. They did not. We were told he was not on the list for the day’s surgeries, either, but they would let us know. They did not. Instead, we were informed at 7:10 in the morning that he had gone into surgery at 7:00. Because after being declared incompetent to make medical decisions on Sunday, by Tuesday evening they decided he could totally give informed consent for surgery!
Also, favorite coworker-and-DM had a medical episode at work. Where I am a first responder. So I got to handle that situation about an hour after finding out dad was in surgery.
On Thursday, dad got pissy with the physical therapist and refused to work with him. We had been excited to finally see dad doing his physical therapy, because every other time we tried, the therapists didn’t show up when promised. The therapist was embarrassingly infantilizing, so I can’t exactly blame dad for being done with his shit. The physical therapist then, basically in retaliation, wouldn’t clear dad to go home. But they moved him to the so-called step down section, instead of the ICU.
And then on Friday, he called to say they were discharging him after all! With no real advance notice! Considering their bafflingly casual approach up to this point, I’m amazed they didn’t just set him out on the front curb to be collected!
Within the first thirty minutes of actually being home, dad drove mum nearly to tears because he wouldn’t just sit quietly. He’s been convinced he would just go back to cleaning corrals and unloading hay bales. That lasted until Saturday morning, when he figured out that he’s actually really tired (read: falling asleep with his forehead on the dining room table) and might--MIGHT--need to heal a bit more.
Oh, and in the midst of all that, I had my first surgical consultation! You know, the thing that had been keeping me up at night before all the rest of this shit started. It was fine. Kind of anticlimactic, under the circumstances. Lots of confirmation of what I already expected or knew.
And I’m definitely not experiencing any emotions about the fact that mum won’t, after this, be willing to leave him alone for any length of time. So I’ll have to arrange for someone else (???) to pick me up after my own surgery, and I’ll spend a week recovering alone in a hotel room before my first follow-up. Because if there’s one thing the universe has taught me, it’s that I will never be anyone else’s top priority and I will have to face all the biggest moments in life alone.
Lewisia: 3 new pieces written, April posts queued
Day job: 20.25 hours, though thankfully we had Friday off anyway, but it will now take over eight months to top up my PTO reserves…
Crafting: darned some socks and did some minor mods
Gardening: used the new weed whacker for the first time in the tiny window allowed by the weather
Listening: Maggot by Dazey and the Scouts (raucous and appalling [affectionate], a very specific sort of weird)
Aftermarket Parts: surgical consult successfully completed!
Other: commute to and from hospital (2+ hours daily)
*shrieking*
As Movies With Mikey would say: *muffled catawampus*
Anyway! (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
After I posted the last weekly wrap-up, dad had a major mental meltdown due to both delayed-onset effects of hypoxia during the heart attack and the sedatives they had him on. Cue chaos and panic and me having to coach mum through lying to him over the phone to soothe him through the delusions and then talk her down from the conviction that he was going to die before the night was out.
Spoiler: he did not die. It was a real weird, like, 48 hours, though. Also, mum has a viral infection, for which the ER did basically nothing. She gets to just ride out this exhausting cough.
My car, after spending a week and a half in the shop, was returned to me with its newly-installed computer. Which then malfunctioned the next day and had to go right back. If I have to pay to have it replaced again, despite it being--you know--obviously defective, it will mean I spend an entire month’s wages on that car in about three weeks’ time.
Then the doctors decided he should have a pacemaker/defibrillator installed. We were told they would talk to us about it ahead of time. They did not. We were told he was not on the list for the day’s surgeries, either, but they would let us know. They did not. Instead, we were informed at 7:10 in the morning that he had gone into surgery at 7:00. Because after being declared incompetent to make medical decisions on Sunday, by Tuesday evening they decided he could totally give informed consent for surgery!
Also, favorite coworker-and-DM had a medical episode at work. Where I am a first responder. So I got to handle that situation about an hour after finding out dad was in surgery.
On Thursday, dad got pissy with the physical therapist and refused to work with him. We had been excited to finally see dad doing his physical therapy, because every other time we tried, the therapists didn’t show up when promised. The therapist was embarrassingly infantilizing, so I can’t exactly blame dad for being done with his shit. The physical therapist then, basically in retaliation, wouldn’t clear dad to go home. But they moved him to the so-called step down section, instead of the ICU.
And then on Friday, he called to say they were discharging him after all! With no real advance notice! Considering their bafflingly casual approach up to this point, I’m amazed they didn’t just set him out on the front curb to be collected!
Within the first thirty minutes of actually being home, dad drove mum nearly to tears because he wouldn’t just sit quietly. He’s been convinced he would just go back to cleaning corrals and unloading hay bales. That lasted until Saturday morning, when he figured out that he’s actually really tired (read: falling asleep with his forehead on the dining room table) and might--MIGHT--need to heal a bit more.
Oh, and in the midst of all that, I had my first surgical consultation! You know, the thing that had been keeping me up at night before all the rest of this shit started. It was fine. Kind of anticlimactic, under the circumstances. Lots of confirmation of what I already expected or knew.
And I’m definitely not experiencing any emotions about the fact that mum won’t, after this, be willing to leave him alone for any length of time. So I’ll have to arrange for someone else (???) to pick me up after my own surgery, and I’ll spend a week recovering alone in a hotel room before my first follow-up. Because if there’s one thing the universe has taught me, it’s that I will never be anyone else’s top priority and I will have to face all the biggest moments in life alone.
Lewisia: 3 new pieces written, April posts queued
Day job: 20.25 hours, though thankfully we had Friday off anyway, but it will now take over eight months to top up my PTO reserves…
Crafting: darned some socks and did some minor mods
Gardening: used the new weed whacker for the first time in the tiny window allowed by the weather
Listening: Maggot by Dazey and the Scouts (raucous and appalling [affectionate], a very specific sort of weird)
Aftermarket Parts: surgical consult successfully completed!
Other: commute to and from hospital (2+ hours daily)
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