Saturday, August 18, 2007
dutiful daughter
I am indeed the dutiful daughter, imperfect but trying.
I saw my mom yesterday and she seemed pretty good. Other than saying she wants to take me and the boys down the shore (a family vacation home that my mother let my uncle have 20 years ago) and how she could sell it but doesn' need the money and she had it appraised for 130,000 (try 1.3 million now ... i could kill her for that) ... she is doing good. looks good. is becoming the belle of the ball there.
I have finally contacted a lawyer to see if there is fodder for a case. It is just so awful that the hematoma turned into such an awful wound. The surgeon says 4-6 weeks more on the wound vac.
My father is indeed losing it. This has just taken such a toll on him. But I think I have carved out a happy medium between letting him vent and not trying to rescue him. First of all, he speaks out of both sides of his mouth (interesting expression, no?) and always has. He says my mother gets on his nerves and he very tired. OTOH, when I suggest he take a day off, he won't and says he gets lonely. It is what it is.
A friend of his from the VFW lives a block from me. He has this big party every year and my parents have gone a couple of times. He has invited me too. He invites everyone and my next door neighbor said he even invites the clerks from the 7-Eleven. So I asked my father if he would like to go and I would go with him. He said he wouldn't have gone without my mother but he would go with me so we are going this afternoon.
I would rather not but I think it would be good for him to get out. I had offered for him to come to lunch last week when the kids were here but he had just made tuna salad. WTF? So rigid. So structured. ugh.
He is becoming so maudlin. And talking about FEELINGS! You may not have noticed but I am all about feelings and it was never something we talked about as a kid. He truly is regressing into a child. I just have to keep an eye on how far it goes before I need to take over completely.
I am feeling better every day but it doesn't take much to poop me out. Michael and I went out for breakfast and I picked up some groceries and had to lay down! My incision is really starting to itch and I am getting these weird creepy crawlies in my abdomen but all in all I think I am doing great.
So I have an hour before I babysit my father at the party so I better get something done.
And so it goes ....
I saw my mom yesterday and she seemed pretty good. Other than saying she wants to take me and the boys down the shore (a family vacation home that my mother let my uncle have 20 years ago) and how she could sell it but doesn' need the money and she had it appraised for 130,000 (try 1.3 million now ... i could kill her for that) ... she is doing good. looks good. is becoming the belle of the ball there.
I have finally contacted a lawyer to see if there is fodder for a case. It is just so awful that the hematoma turned into such an awful wound. The surgeon says 4-6 weeks more on the wound vac.
My father is indeed losing it. This has just taken such a toll on him. But I think I have carved out a happy medium between letting him vent and not trying to rescue him. First of all, he speaks out of both sides of his mouth (interesting expression, no?) and always has. He says my mother gets on his nerves and he very tired. OTOH, when I suggest he take a day off, he won't and says he gets lonely. It is what it is.
A friend of his from the VFW lives a block from me. He has this big party every year and my parents have gone a couple of times. He has invited me too. He invites everyone and my next door neighbor said he even invites the clerks from the 7-Eleven. So I asked my father if he would like to go and I would go with him. He said he wouldn't have gone without my mother but he would go with me so we are going this afternoon.
I would rather not but I think it would be good for him to get out. I had offered for him to come to lunch last week when the kids were here but he had just made tuna salad. WTF? So rigid. So structured. ugh.
He is becoming so maudlin. And talking about FEELINGS! You may not have noticed but I am all about feelings and it was never something we talked about as a kid. He truly is regressing into a child. I just have to keep an eye on how far it goes before I need to take over completely.
I am feeling better every day but it doesn't take much to poop me out. Michael and I went out for breakfast and I picked up some groceries and had to lay down! My incision is really starting to itch and I am getting these weird creepy crawlies in my abdomen but all in all I think I am doing great.
So I have an hour before I babysit my father at the party so I better get something done.
And so it goes ....
