Done This Week
Sep. 15th, 2024 01:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scrubjayspeaksDad died yesterday morning.
The plan had been to bring him home, since insurance wasn’t going to cover any time past that on comfort care. The hospice service had their truck break down, though, so didn’t deliver the hospital bed when they were supposed to. So we were at home, waiting on them, when he died. Which is exactly the sort of bureaucratic cock-up that seems to plague our lives.
I had seen him Wednesday, though, which ended up being his last (comparatively) good day. He was coherent enough to talk to me a bit. He seemed, in that strange twilight way some people get at the end, to know what was coming. It was the best experience I could have hoped for under the circumstances, so I’m grateful.
I’ve spent the week sick. A covid test came up negative, and I don’t have any upper respiratory issues. It’s just a fever and the worst headache and stiff neck of my life. Maybe it’s meningitis--that sounds exciting. I don’t know, it’s not like there’s been any time for me to seek medical care.
Neighbors and people at work had been very kind in offering support.
Lewisia: 1 new piece written
Day job: 40.5 hours, a mix of going home early and staying late
Gardening: succulent club meeting
Listening: Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier (I debated going for something instrumental, but this ended up being basically as soothing by virtue of delivering exactly what one would expect from a Hozier album)
Other: unloaded hay
The plan had been to bring him home, since insurance wasn’t going to cover any time past that on comfort care. The hospice service had their truck break down, though, so didn’t deliver the hospital bed when they were supposed to. So we were at home, waiting on them, when he died. Which is exactly the sort of bureaucratic cock-up that seems to plague our lives.
I had seen him Wednesday, though, which ended up being his last (comparatively) good day. He was coherent enough to talk to me a bit. He seemed, in that strange twilight way some people get at the end, to know what was coming. It was the best experience I could have hoped for under the circumstances, so I’m grateful.
I’ve spent the week sick. A covid test came up negative, and I don’t have any upper respiratory issues. It’s just a fever and the worst headache and stiff neck of my life. Maybe it’s meningitis--that sounds exciting. I don’t know, it’s not like there’s been any time for me to seek medical care.
Neighbors and people at work had been very kind in offering support.
Lewisia: 1 new piece written
Day job: 40.5 hours, a mix of going home early and staying late
Gardening: succulent club meeting
Listening: Wasteland, Baby! by Hozier (I debated going for something instrumental, but this ended up being basically as soothing by virtue of delivering exactly what one would expect from a Hozier album)
Other: unloaded hay
