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Sep. 14th, 2009 03:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impySo, Impy, how did you spend your day off? Did you clean the breakfast table area like you planned? Did you just nap the day away, or get to watch the QVC special for the AG dolls and laugh at the silly people?
Or did you, maybe, spend the day at the hospital because your father couldn't breathe due to his heart beating entirely too fast? Did you maybe skip breakfast and lunch and not eat again for 12 hours because every time you thought of caving to the horror that is hospital food that even Mums said wasn't all that fantastic, someone would come in and say it wouldn't be too long before he'd be admitted to a room, or when that was so obviously a lie, that they'd be transfering him to another hospital, and you couldn't shake the feeling that so long as you could keep an eye on him he'd be fine? I think it might have been that last one, yes.
So. Sunday sucked. The kicker, naturally, is that it was a gorgeous day. The kind even I want to go outside and just do *something* and the closest I made it to that was to walk to the car and from the parking garage to the hospital and back again.
This, my lovelies, was on top of spending much of last week worried about my uncle (dad's brother) who also had heart problems and is awaiting surgery. Today, I do believe.
I did not enjoy having to call my aunt and having to tell her this.
Need to find Excedrin. Was headache free for all of this until the last twenty minutes in the new room at the hospital when Dad's whatever drip kept beeping for his nurse to come and, you know, do something with. It beeped for twenty minutes (and this was the third go round. The first two, the tech turned the sound off for a little while because the nurse was busy talking to the cardiologist, whom I never saw) and at that point I was sitting in the semi-comfy chair and it happened to be right next to the damned machine beeping.
Twenty.
Goddamned.
Minutes.
I counted as it burned through my brain, obliterating the last of my self control. So yes. I knew exactly how long it took for the nurse to appear and say, "Oh, is that you beeping?" YOU THINK?
Luckily, I left shortly thereafter due to hunger pains and Mums needing a shower. I believe she went back after we ate, but I'd passed out.
Or did you, maybe, spend the day at the hospital because your father couldn't breathe due to his heart beating entirely too fast? Did you maybe skip breakfast and lunch and not eat again for 12 hours because every time you thought of caving to the horror that is hospital food that even Mums said wasn't all that fantastic, someone would come in and say it wouldn't be too long before he'd be admitted to a room, or when that was so obviously a lie, that they'd be transfering him to another hospital, and you couldn't shake the feeling that so long as you could keep an eye on him he'd be fine? I think it might have been that last one, yes.
So. Sunday sucked. The kicker, naturally, is that it was a gorgeous day. The kind even I want to go outside and just do *something* and the closest I made it to that was to walk to the car and from the parking garage to the hospital and back again.
This, my lovelies, was on top of spending much of last week worried about my uncle (dad's brother) who also had heart problems and is awaiting surgery. Today, I do believe.
I did not enjoy having to call my aunt and having to tell her this.
Need to find Excedrin. Was headache free for all of this until the last twenty minutes in the new room at the hospital when Dad's whatever drip kept beeping for his nurse to come and, you know, do something with. It beeped for twenty minutes (and this was the third go round. The first two, the tech turned the sound off for a little while because the nurse was busy talking to the cardiologist, whom I never saw) and at that point I was sitting in the semi-comfy chair and it happened to be right next to the damned machine beeping.
Twenty.
Goddamned.
Minutes.
I counted as it burned through my brain, obliterating the last of my self control. So yes. I knew exactly how long it took for the nurse to appear and say, "Oh, is that you beeping?" YOU THINK?
Luckily, I left shortly thereafter due to hunger pains and Mums needing a shower. I believe she went back after we ate, but I'd passed out.
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Date: 2009-09-14 03:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-09-14 07:11 pm (UTC)And having to cover for sick co-workers is never fun. It's why, after the first month of no days off, I stopped answering the phone when I was off during my gas station stint.