Well…I was hoping today would be better, and it is, in some ways. I had a nice lunch with a good friend today, got my shower fixed…all good things! Then, as I was walking back from lunch, I got a phone call from my mom…and in a heartbeat it goes to crap again!
The first word out of my mom’s mouth, “Don’t worry, everything is ok.” Ummm…don’t start a conversation like that!! Apparently, yesterday my mom and dad were out running errands…no big deal. They get home in the afternoon, come inside, and then dad suddenly couldn’t walk. Like, was too unstable to even take a step. Then, he starting slurring his words and was wasn’t making any sense when he was talking. Mom called up the doctor and he told her to hang up, and call 911 immediately, because he thought Dad was having a stroke. Mom calls my sister, my sister calls 911 while my mom is dealing with my dad, and the next thing you know, there are EMTs and First Responders at the door. They rushed my dad to the ER and started running test after test.
Thankfully, it wasn’t a stroke. All the tests came back normal, he’s in “good health” (as good as can be with Parkinson’s, Alzheimer’s and a slew of other issues wrong…including a newly diagnosed upper respiratory infection and early stage Pneumonia), and they sorted out that it was the codeine that was in some cough syrup that dad had taken earlier, which caused all the problems.
Ok…good! Dad doesn’t have brain damage, all is happy. Mom takes dad home, had to call my brother’s ex-wife’s husband to come help her get my dad out of the car (thank God he was available to come help), got dad inside, and he immediately wanted to take a shower. Ok…on top of the fact that he’s hallucinating out of his mind, it takes my mom over an hour to even get him INTO the shower! So…shower…check. During said shower, dad vomits on himself, and feels like crap. Mom manages to clean him up and get him into bed so he can rest. When I talked to her this morning, she had been up since 3:00am, had done several loads of laundry from dad getting sick more, and dad was still sleeping (he hadn’t been able to get to sleep until the morning). Mom needed to go to the pharmacy to get his prescription for antibiotics, but she’s nervous to leave him alone, since the doctor told him it could be up to three days for the codeine to fully work itself out of his system.
I swear, what else! I feel so bad for my dad, because mom said that getting sick in the shower freaked him out and he started crying. I also feel bad for my mom, because everything has turned 180 degrees over the past two years for her and dad…and she’s stressed out beyond belief. I’m scared to go home because I know what I’ll see…my dad slowly getting worse and worse (even though this is unrelated to his Parkinson’s and Alzheimer’s). It just all around sucks, and it makes me want to cry.
So…today is better in the respect that I’m no longer wanting to rip out my colleagues’ throats, but crappy in the sense that my dad is sick and I’m stuck here. Ugh…what else is going to happen!
I hope you all are doing well, wherever you are!
XOXOXO,
K.







