A new doctor…finally
Today, I made an appointment to see a new doctor. His name is Plover and I know nothing about him but at least he’s not Susan. This is something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time. Having the same ineffectual doctor has been really bad for my psyche. There are other things to think about now. This is the first small step I’ve taken toward getting my knees replaced. Yay, me!
The Nursing home…finally
Well, Dad finally got discharged from the hospital today. He’s at the nursing home now for rehab on his leg. It’s a nice place- as nice as those places can be anyway. While he’d prefer to be home, he’s happy to be somewhere other than the hospital. His room mate is a Yankee fan which is a plus, but even more hard of hearing than Dad which makes for some fairly loud conversations. Clark is a really nice guy, though. I’m glad Dad has a nice room mate this time. When he was at the pines his room mate was a mean tempered jerk.
I sat with him while he ate dinner in their small dining room. Dad was so funny. He made a gesture of wild excitement when he saw the salt shaker on the table. The food didn’t look too great, but at least it’s seasoned. No one at the table seemed to have as much personality as Dad. There were a few nice people, though. Then there was this one guy who had this biker vibe, a t-shirt which had a belligerent saying on it, he never smiled once and the strangest thing of all: he stood through the entire meal. If the guy didn’t mention his being discharged tomorrow, I’d have gotten Dad a hunting knife to hide under his pillow.
I am so exhausted. I haven’t been sleeping that well and Dad has been calling me at crazy hours to ask for random things like toothpicks. I can’t fault him, though. It’s not like he has the ability to hop in the car and go to the store himself. Because of Dad’s condition, I need to fetch things for him when he needs them and it’s really difficult my arthritis being as bad as it is.
I love him so much, though. I used to think that he was a cold person because he didn’t exude the warmth and offer the hugs that Mom did. That’s the last thing he is. It’s taken me a lifetime to understand it, but he expresses love in a different language than Mom did. It’s not as easy to see, and difficult to decipher but once you get it, memories come flooding in of all the times when he was clearly expressing his love but in his own cryptic way. Last Summer, I was constantly sick to my stomach. I got to the point where I was able to eat only a saucer sized portion of food at a time. Two things that I enjoyed eating during that time were strawberries and blueberries. Several times a week, Dad would bring home one the other or both, sometimes even at a higher cost than he would normally pay. This was him worrying about me, this was love. I defy anyone to call it anything else.
If you are a dog and your owner suggests that you wear a sweater… suggest that he wear a tail.
Louise Brooks- just because
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Japan, but obviously not now.
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