I am writing this diary to update my pals here on Dad’s condition.
Poor Dad — I had to take him in on emergency yesterday — the pain in his leg was just too bad to bear. And when Dad has pain too bad to bear- Mr Stoic nothing ever bothers me — and calls me at 5:30 PM on a Saturday night and requests to be taken to emergency- you KNOW that’s a problem.
They tortured him bigtime — punching needles right into the most painful part of his leg.
They are keeping him in the hospital today — they just don’t KNOW what is wrong. They have ruled out gout, broken bones, and infection — but they are worried, because they just can’t figure it out.
His big concern is for his dog Herbie -he seemed to think Mom’s sister would take care of Herbie — I would take him myself, but they don’t allow dogs in the trailer court, plus Marvin and Teddums — Herbie would probably not like it here. :)
I spent the morning making phone calls — to my Mom’s sister, who sorta blew me off (she has to go to church, laughed at me a little when I said well, Dad would like you to take Herbie), then to my cousin Nick, the one in the picture. He would have loved to help, but he was about to board a plane to New Mexico, to visit his own very infirm Mom.
So finally — I called his next door neighbors — I had to call my sister to get their number — who thank God have a key to the place and are the angels of the world — they went over and took care of Herbie, for the time being. We (Sis and me) went over and fed him and let him out last night at 10:30 at night.
They were shocked to hear of his condition, and rallied right up.
I was bracing myself to go over and take care of Herbie myself, but I’m really TIRED. Last night at the emergency room took a lot out of me. Standing for hours. Weekends is when I make up the sleep deficit for long weeks at work. I would like to retire, but I can’t.
Sorry for whining. Pray to whatever deity you want for Dad and me and Sis.