I don't know if you guys know anyone with OCD but whoa do they just put the icing on the cake! Now you know I'm not one to talk about mental disorders(depression, anxiety, adhd, self proclaimed insomniac, addiction)so don't think I'm talking shit here cause I'm totally not. I think in a previous blog I mentioned that my father is in the hospital. Well let me tell you when I go to do my 8 hours of visiting it's like I'm clocking into work! I don't even want to go there with some of the slavery actions I am made to do.....but I will haha!
So he was placed in a regular room late yesterday afternoon. Now you have to remember my dad broke 7 ribs, can't move either leg, and the left leg is horribly broken and shattered so he isn't even aloud to put ANY PRESSURE on that leg for a good 3 months. Lucky me! So all he can do is really lay there. By his bed he has tables on each side. The nurses don't give an f about his OCD(I self diagnosed him with that. I basically could be a psychiatrist with all my knowledge on the mental disorders believe me!) so they just throw things where ever and let half filled drinks sit around, etc. This doesn't go down to smoothly with the dad. Ohh wait 1st lets just get to whats really pissing me off about my father right now. He has 7 broken ribs ok, a shattered leg, cuts and burns all over his body, and a lung that keeps deflating. Well he decides to be a hard ass and tell the doctor he is in NO PAIN! Umm no don't think so. So what do I have to do? I have to call the nurses. I have to tell them hes dying of pain. I have to make sure he calls the nurse every four hours for his double perc dosage. Now see in Trauma Shock ICU he had the morphine drip. Now if I was ever on a drip I would be pressing that button like there was no tomorrow. You are allowed to press the drip of glorious Morphine every 10 minutes. How many times do you think my dad pressed it? Yeah just go ahead and take a guess. 2 times a fucking hour!!! And he sits there and cries and moans. Umm hello! Soo annoying. Then he tells me Oxycontin was boring and didn't do much. Well of course you're not gonna get a party out of it dad! You're in traumatic pain. It's not be like on Intervention(that's exactly what he compared it to.) So okay blah blah he needs someone to sit there with him so he gets meds or he'll "forget or slip his mind".
Back to the OCD. He's a freak. So were in this new room where he could do stuff if he could move but he can't move so that's where I come in. Table set ups are very particular. Only 1 drink on the table. 3 bottles of Perrier and Pelligrino(he tried to order Perrier instead of still water when he was allowed to drink after his surgery and they looked at him like he was nuts so now I have to go get the Perrier and bring it to him), his sandwich and fruit all from whole foods(gosh forbid he take a break from his all organic diet), and his M&M's. Yep I said it....M&M's. 2nd table must have telephone, broken cell phone(just in case it decides to come back to life he said), chap stick, and hand sanitizer. Well when I get there that is not what the tables look like so I must rearrange them and I must do this fast cause I have other chores to attend to. Ohh and I don't know if you realized this yet but he seems to think he is at a 5 star hotel and is demanding like he is in one.
On top of this, due to old age and pain meds, he busts out stuff that he doesn't even know what he's talking about. Crazy man. So I did his nails, shaved his face, moisturized, and gave him a head massage with this dry shampoo cap(which is actually super cool. I'll try to steal one). But the best things he asked me to bring in today was his hand held mirror. Cause you know you got to look hot while not being able to move!!! And believe me he checked himself out a hell of a lot longer then I looked at myself in the mirror today. What a vain dad I have!
Everything MUST MUST MUST be in it's place! He even had the nerve to ask me if my car was clean! Hell no it's not clean. What did I turn into a different person overnight?? So here's the part where he really needs to learn how to suck it up. He's on like night 5 of the hospital. He's burning out real fast. Totally over it and the worst is he doesn't get to come home for like 6 weeks. too many broken ribs and a horribly broken/shattered/pinned and screwed up leg to move, so he's going straight to a rehabilitation facility. I feel absolutely horrible. And I know he is scared........BUT I think he must have forgotten one small factor in my life. UMM HELLO I LIVED IN A HOSPITAL FOR 2 WHOLE FUCKING MONTHS!!!! Which he always tells me "I don't know how you did that. I could have never done that." Well thanks Dad but it seems as though hospital karma is headed your way.
But all in all I love my Dad to itsy bitsy pieces and this is the 1st day I'm kept my calm. Thank you guys soo much for all your prayers. I am soo blessed and soo thankful to have my dad still here with me. Please keep praying. It means the world to us!
Sarah
p.s. PLEASE check out the freaky hospital bed and guy hahaha
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