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captain_slinkyOkay, so you all know that my Dad was in the hospital. Everything looked good and looked like they were going to release him on Monday morning to come home. Well since we had tickets to go see The Nutcracker at The Seattle Center last night, we decided it would be okay to leave him for a few hours. My sister, Jan, would then drive back to Mount Vernon after the show and spend the night with Dad so he wouldn't have to be lonely.
Jan paid for our dinner, paid for our tickets to see The Nutcracker (Molly's very first time to see it and she even got to bring her friend with her), it was a very enchanting evening full of good times and a welcome break from the constant worry of Thanksgiving Weekend.
Before she left last night, Jan jokingly pleaded with me to take her place at the Hospital sleeping with Dad. I had a million reasons why I couldn't do it (my back is still completely out, I had to get Molly to school in the morning, no one to watch Molly for us after school, etc) and so we sent her on her way.
This morning I woke-up very happy. Molly and I had a great morning together, everything went smoothly - EXTRA SMOOTH considering that we had slept in till at least 10am every day of her vacation. I researched a few different Christmas presents, sent e-mail to Crystal at work talking about them, and Crystal replied:
"Have you been checking the text messages on your phone?"
It was time to take Molly to school so I didn't get to check my texts till Molly and I were already at the school; three new messages from Jan.
Dad did not have a good night :(
I'm assuming that it was another bad reaction to medications, which is why they were keeping him for observation. They had to go "Code Grey" on him, which was to have many orderlies come in to control him and eventually strap him to the bed so he wouldn't wander off.
(At one point he got up, grabbed the vase of carnations off his night stand and declared he was leaving. Jan, a nurse and five orderlies walked down the halls of the hospital following him. After he was strapped down, he spent most of the night yelling for help and yelling at Jan to go away because she wasn't his daughter).
I feel guilty today for so many reasons. I feel guilty for having had a good time last night, I feel guilty for what Jan had to go through, I feel guilty
Jan paid for our dinner, paid for our tickets to see The Nutcracker (Molly's very first time to see it and she even got to bring her friend with her), it was a very enchanting evening full of good times and a welcome break from the constant worry of Thanksgiving Weekend.
Before she left last night, Jan jokingly pleaded with me to take her place at the Hospital sleeping with Dad. I had a million reasons why I couldn't do it (my back is still completely out, I had to get Molly to school in the morning, no one to watch Molly for us after school, etc) and so we sent her on her way.
This morning I woke-up very happy. Molly and I had a great morning together, everything went smoothly - EXTRA SMOOTH considering that we had slept in till at least 10am every day of her vacation. I researched a few different Christmas presents, sent e-mail to Crystal at work talking about them, and Crystal replied:
"Have you been checking the text messages on your phone?"
It was time to take Molly to school so I didn't get to check my texts till Molly and I were already at the school; three new messages from Jan.
Dad did not have a good night :(
I'm assuming that it was another bad reaction to medications, which is why they were keeping him for observation. They had to go "Code Grey" on him, which was to have many orderlies come in to control him and eventually strap him to the bed so he wouldn't wander off.
(At one point he got up, grabbed the vase of carnations off his night stand and declared he was leaving. Jan, a nurse and five orderlies walked down the halls of the hospital following him. After he was strapped down, he spent most of the night yelling for help and yelling at Jan to go away because she wasn't his daughter).
I feel guilty today for so many reasons. I feel guilty for having had a good time last night, I feel guilty for what Jan had to go through, I feel guilty
