One nurse said it was like he was suffocating slowly. Okay, so who the hell said YOU could be a nurse? Jackass. He finished droning on about being on oxygen and I listened until I could round a corner and bawl my eyes out.
My dad was put on oxygen a while back but the way he put it was no big deal. As soon as school was out we went down there: me, my husband and Sadie. A few days ago we took him to the ER because he couldn't get his oxygen.
He is still in the hospital but expected to be released tomorrow. I am exhausted. Am I allowed to wallow a bit? I just got in at 3:30 am from a 15 hour ride from his house and must leave tomorrow in the wee hours to get back so he is not alone his first night out.
The doctor said six months to a year. I can't get him up here with me and I can't stay down there..I am supposed to check into hospice but what the hell do I do?
I am lost.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Who died and made you God?
Sometimes I get so pissed off. Seriously.
I did fairly well in high school. Freshman year was miserable but I came out of it and had a lot of friends and fun. Got in trouble a lot, too.
BUT I grew up. Apparently not everyone does this. Some people, most notably women, still stay the same bi***y people they always were.
This amazes me. Not only are we NOT supposed to be worried/obsessed/concerned about
being popular, we are SUPPOSED to teach our kids NOT TO. Remember? How to raise your kids 101: Thou shall not inflict pain, physical or emotional, on others.
I watched my youngest daughter be ostracized by a group of horrible girls at her
old junior high because.....gasp.....she stood up for a girl. She knew she had made
a mistake even hanging around with them but she felt she had to or face recriminations. And then they turned on her anyway. We were lucky. We moved and she is starting over and things seem to be better.
Honestly how could it have been different? I raised my daughter to stand up for people who couldn't stand up for themselves. To think for herself. It's okay if she isn't wearing makeup in fifth grade and it's okay if you don't want to look 20 in 7th grade.
But apparently it wasn't. And how could they know different when their moms run in packs, ummm..I mean cliques. I tried to do cupcakes. I tried to do Campbell's Soup labels. I tried to smile at others and get to know them. And you know what? I am not kissing some middle-aged wholier-than-thou woman's butt.
It starts here. I am sorry my daughter won't be included in those parties and those events and those...no, wait, that's right. I am NOT sorry.
Women, GROW UP. You should be sisters, friends, and well, decent human beings.
K
I did fairly well in high school. Freshman year was miserable but I came out of it and had a lot of friends and fun. Got in trouble a lot, too.
BUT I grew up. Apparently not everyone does this. Some people, most notably women, still stay the same bi***y people they always were.
This amazes me. Not only are we NOT supposed to be worried/obsessed/concerned about
being popular, we are SUPPOSED to teach our kids NOT TO. Remember? How to raise your kids 101: Thou shall not inflict pain, physical or emotional, on others.
I watched my youngest daughter be ostracized by a group of horrible girls at her
old junior high because.....gasp.....she stood up for a girl. She knew she had made
a mistake even hanging around with them but she felt she had to or face recriminations. And then they turned on her anyway. We were lucky. We moved and she is starting over and things seem to be better.
Honestly how could it have been different? I raised my daughter to stand up for people who couldn't stand up for themselves. To think for herself. It's okay if she isn't wearing makeup in fifth grade and it's okay if you don't want to look 20 in 7th grade.
But apparently it wasn't. And how could they know different when their moms run in packs, ummm..I mean cliques. I tried to do cupcakes. I tried to do Campbell's Soup labels. I tried to smile at others and get to know them. And you know what? I am not kissing some middle-aged wholier-than-thou woman's butt.
It starts here. I am sorry my daughter won't be included in those parties and those events and those...no, wait, that's right. I am NOT sorry.
Women, GROW UP. You should be sisters, friends, and well, decent human beings.
K
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