Saturday, April 20, 2013

Can a Milano cookie be called medicine?

There is not enough Milano cookies in the world for this week to be easier. Dad is now out of danger and the slow heal and long hospital stay begins to wear on a person. Mom and I are trying to be smart about it and if I am with him, she stays home and rests and vice versus.

But hospitals are exhausting no matter what. Dad is still on his high powered cough medicine which dopes him up so much that his company is limited to in-between naps.

Currently, I am losing myself in this duty. I have not eating a solid meal in three days. Just Pepperridge Farm cookies and chips and dip. All my progress on the diet is gone or going. It's impossible to diet when you sit in a hospital room from 9 to 2. If you have lunch at 2:30 then you don't want dinner till 8 p.m.

I have just stopped eating meals and have been just continuous snacking. When I go back to work next week I will be able to eat breakfast as normal but lunch will be spent with him and food crammed down at my desk when I return and dinner will be after 8 pm. Right now, Dad needs me and my other concerns don't matter but... a salad actually sounds good.

Enough for now...

Monday, April 15, 2013

Too Much! Way Too Much

Wow, we are four months into 2013 and I am not sure I have anything but exhaustion to show for it. Work has been insanely busy and it really doesn't seem to be letting up. I am currently on vacation but it doesn't feel like a vacation to me.

Dad is in the hospital. A very slow recovery from pneumonia and a discovery of pulmonary fibrosis. We are in week three of the recovery and his spirits were low today. I think he panics when he feels worse than the day before. The doctor told me that patients with this, will not have steady improvements from day to day. They will have good days and bad days.

My Dad's cousin and bother and sister are here visiting and my sister came this weekend. We are all trying to take shifts at sitting with him in the hospital. In the in betweens I am trying to keep the house, do taxes and keep up my Dad's bullet jewelry business, which has only increased with each hospital visit. Those poor nurses don't know the sales man that my father is.

I had so many plans for this vacation. Dad and I were going to play with new jewelry designs. I was going to dabble into soddering and metal work but that is all out the door. I don't resent being at the hospital only disappointed that I didn't get to work with him this week. We will have time later on after his recovery but I have been so caught up with work that I was really looking forward to the Dad time and creative work.

Currently Seamus is staying with me and Winston and still is the ever loving bed hog! Here's hoping for a better four months and that by August I am recounting all the exciting or even mundane things we are doing.


Enough for now...