The hottest day in hell...
If I were to own hell and South Carolina - I'd rent out SC and live in hell. (I borrowed that line from an awesome book whose name I can't recall - but I LOVE it because its soo darned true). It was around 110 degrees F today, then add the heat index and it came to around 121. I spent the day in a tiny Ford Fiesta (courtesy of my parents) with no real air conditioning (until you got to around 55 mph), my father, and extremely heavy wheelchair, and 3 hot and miserable little boys.
Oi. My parents do so so so much for me, but today I think I earned a heros rewards. This tiny car had a tiny hatchback which barely would hold (sometimes I couldn't get it to close) this huge and heavy wheel chair that I had to keep lifting - it definitely weighs more than the 10 pounds I'm sposed to lift - in order for my dad to go in and out of the bank, doctor's office, where ever. I feel so sorry for him though - it's the longest he's been outside since getting out of the hospital last month. And we were *all* sweating to death.
After running errands until around 2pm, we finally made it back home, where my darling wonderful big strong brother pushed my dad up a makeshift (and extremely difficult incline) ramp. At that moment he was definitely MY hero. After getting in the house we all just about passed out - but the air conditioning felt great. I put the boys into the tub and ran lukewarm water because they all looked ready to pass straight out. They even refused ice cream.
The upshot is - my dad has to go back for more surgery tomorrow morning because of the drain thing - they have to re-open this poor man's leg and he'll be there for a few more days. I really really hope my parents sue the everlovin bejeezus out of these quacks. If they'd put a drain shunt in it to begin with he wouldn't still be having these issues. I got to see his x-rays today. I felt like I was in an episode of Fear Factor - my WORD - there is this long ladder looking thing that puts a bolt through his bone every inch or so, then what appears to be two 4 inch long threaded woodscrews from Home Depot in his knee along with these things that look like cages around his bone and knee. Forget Napa - someone blew a LOT of money at Home Depot. They had to have some Tim the Toolman Taylor MORE POWER power drills to create this concoction that is now my father's leg. UGH.
Oh - guess who gets to drive him to the hospital??
Oi. My parents do so so so much for me, but today I think I earned a heros rewards. This tiny car had a tiny hatchback which barely would hold (sometimes I couldn't get it to close) this huge and heavy wheel chair that I had to keep lifting - it definitely weighs more than the 10 pounds I'm sposed to lift - in order for my dad to go in and out of the bank, doctor's office, where ever. I feel so sorry for him though - it's the longest he's been outside since getting out of the hospital last month. And we were *all* sweating to death.
After running errands until around 2pm, we finally made it back home, where my darling wonderful big strong brother pushed my dad up a makeshift (and extremely difficult incline) ramp. At that moment he was definitely MY hero. After getting in the house we all just about passed out - but the air conditioning felt great. I put the boys into the tub and ran lukewarm water because they all looked ready to pass straight out. They even refused ice cream.
The upshot is - my dad has to go back for more surgery tomorrow morning because of the drain thing - they have to re-open this poor man's leg and he'll be there for a few more days. I really really hope my parents sue the everlovin bejeezus out of these quacks. If they'd put a drain shunt in it to begin with he wouldn't still be having these issues. I got to see his x-rays today. I felt like I was in an episode of Fear Factor - my WORD - there is this long ladder looking thing that puts a bolt through his bone every inch or so, then what appears to be two 4 inch long threaded woodscrews from Home Depot in his knee along with these things that look like cages around his bone and knee. Forget Napa - someone blew a LOT of money at Home Depot. They had to have some Tim the Toolman Taylor MORE POWER power drills to create this concoction that is now my father's leg. UGH.
Oh - guess who gets to drive him to the hospital??
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