I know there are some people who get along wonderfully with their fathers. My father and I have more of a gas and match relationship. However I try very hard to ignore the problems and help where I can since my mother passed.
This week has been one trying week. Tuesday my father was very ill. He couldn't even keep water down. I wanted him to go to the doctor or the hospital but he fought me at every turn because he had an appointment with his doctor on Wednesday. Well Wednesday he seen his doctor who after checking on him suggested he go to the hospital but he refused. The doctor sent him for blood work warning him that if anything showed up he was going in. Thursday his doctor is off. Friday I get an emergency call to rush him to the hospital. They kept him in and around 2 am this morning sent him for a cat scan. His blood had very low hemoglobin. His blood pressure was extremely low and they did an endoscopy this morning finding blood in his stomach and did surgery on him. He has had three bags of blood and I have lost track of the iv bags, plus they are talking a colonoscopy to check the walls because of the amount of blood he lost and him stating there was no change in blood or stool. Sounds gross I know but more alarming is the lack of where the blood was going as it pooled. So he will be in the hospital till Monday at least. At least his nurses are sweethearts. i feel bad listening to them talk about the hours they have to work. Trust me, with a mother who was a diabetic and in the hospital more times than I can count I have always respected the nurses who work for the hospitals. They do incredible work, especially with people like my father who make terrible jokes. But then again it might be the opposite thing with me and my father. Thanks for letting me rant. If you can spare the prayers or good wishes, well I appreciate them.