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My dad's in the hospital right now.
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I'm eating dinner, trying to fill the hour and a half I have in the Movie Marathon I was having. The theatre had just gotten An Education and A Serious Man and me and the rest of the projection team was going to have a "special showing" of Wolfman.
I learned two things after my mom called me:
Dad's lungs were filled with fluid and he was barely able to breathe
The old stereotype that says you can feel your blood turn cold when you hear that sort of news is not made up. It really does happen.
I am, at best, an hour away from the hospital they took him to. I now have to spend an hour car ride with the ever present thought sitting right at the front of my brain, that my father might die tonight and it might be my fault.
Jersey got hit pretty hard by the Snowpocalypse. We got a bunch through Saturday morning and then, just as the snow was starting to melt, it got shit on again Tuesday night and then didn't stop snowing until 8pm wednesday. This led to me really needing to go in to work Thursday morning to get some sort of money out of this week.
It's 8am and my dad already used the snowblower for some parts of the driveway. But that thing got useless REAL quick. Rather than yell at him for doing something he did already I begged him not to try shoveling the actual driveway
"We have a landlord. He has a snow plow. Please let him use it."
"Son" he says. "He's not going to get here for two hours. Your brother doesn't have a car, and your sister and mom certainly can't do it. If you have to go to work, who's that leave?"
"Dad, I have off all day Friday. I'll be up at the crack of dawn if you want me to. Please just wait till the landlord gets here."
He said okay, and I left for work right as the landlord was coming in with the plow.
I'm in the hospital. I hate hospitals. I am not good around the sick and the dying. Men and Women being brought down to bodies with chemical actions and reactions just reduces me to nonsense. Hearing that my dad, my mentor, my role model, the Biggest Damn Geek I've Ever Met, decided to keep shoveling snow because the landlord could only do so much
despite the fact he's a pretty big guy.
despite having a history of medical complications relating to being a pretty big guy
despite the fact his dad, and his brother both died of a heart attack
He knew no one else would be able to because I had to go make shit money in a shit job.
After seeing him like that, I had to get the fuck out of that building asap. Except now, my family's splintered off again and I'm sitting here in the house alone confused.
I'm sorry about ranting to the internets, and I apologize in advance if I broke some rule I probably didn't bother to read because I may or may not be getting something in my eye. I'm just not really sure who I should be upset at right now. So my keyboard will have to suffice.
I learned two things after my mom called me:
Dad's lungs were filled with fluid and he was barely able to breathe
The old stereotype that says you can feel your blood turn cold when you hear that sort of news is not made up. It really does happen.
I am, at best, an hour away from the hospital they took him to. I now have to spend an hour car ride with the ever present thought sitting right at the front of my brain, that my father might die tonight and it might be my fault.
Jersey got hit pretty hard by the Snowpocalypse. We got a bunch through Saturday morning and then, just as the snow was starting to melt, it got shit on again Tuesday night and then didn't stop snowing until 8pm wednesday. This led to me really needing to go in to work Thursday morning to get some sort of money out of this week.
It's 8am and my dad already used the snowblower for some parts of the driveway. But that thing got useless REAL quick. Rather than yell at him for doing something he did already I begged him not to try shoveling the actual driveway
"We have a landlord. He has a snow plow. Please let him use it."
"Son" he says. "He's not going to get here for two hours. Your brother doesn't have a car, and your sister and mom certainly can't do it. If you have to go to work, who's that leave?"
"Dad, I have off all day Friday. I'll be up at the crack of dawn if you want me to. Please just wait till the landlord gets here."
He said okay, and I left for work right as the landlord was coming in with the plow.
I'm in the hospital. I hate hospitals. I am not good around the sick and the dying. Men and Women being brought down to bodies with chemical actions and reactions just reduces me to nonsense. Hearing that my dad, my mentor, my role model, the Biggest Damn Geek I've Ever Met, decided to keep shoveling snow because the landlord could only do so much
despite the fact he's a pretty big guy.
despite having a history of medical complications relating to being a pretty big guy
despite the fact his dad, and his brother both died of a heart attack
He knew no one else would be able to because I had to go make shit money in a shit job.
After seeing him like that, I had to get the fuck out of that building asap. Except now, my family's splintered off again and I'm sitting here in the house alone confused.
I'm sorry about ranting to the internets, and I apologize in advance if I broke some rule I probably didn't bother to read because I may or may not be getting something in my eye. I'm just not really sure who I should be upset at right now. So my keyboard will have to suffice.
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Listen he's at the hospital now and he is getting treatment. It's better than him just lying on the floor in pain.
He's being taken very good care of, those doctors don't go to med school for 8 years or more for shits and giggles.
You running off to post on the internet is totally rad. Having a place to rant and people to lend support is nothing to be ashamed of. The doctors aren't going to be able to tell you everything right when he gets sent in anyways, so its best for you to just find your comfy place. So long as you show up once a day to show your dad that you're there it'll be ok.
that is crazy
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SO MANY HUGS
YOU HAVE NO IDEA
Quote forever.
But ya know
real life.
Garbage has to be taken out.
Dishes needed to be cleaned
Hell, I still need to buy some salt because the driveway is still all sorts of slippery. But it's 2am now, and I'm just exhausted, mentally and physically.
Also, have you guys ever had a serious medical issue in your dwelling? I get home, and there's shit everywhere. Obviously, I want them to make sure my dad is in the critical [ALIVE] Category, but I can't help but focus on the small things right now.
every time I go in the other room, there's another bit of weird medical packaging/gauze/equipment/THING. I guess I just thought they had like...some sort of portable trash bag or some shit. Anyone who's ever been around an ambulance knows that they seemingly have some sort of Utility Belt-Like device for everything else.
Anyway, thanks guys. Between that and just finding out that Clinton's in the hospital (yet another role model of mine. Well before all of the shit that went down in his second term, little 8-year-old me just thought he was a really funny cool dude.) I think I'm done being emo for the night.
Tomorrow is another day and you can finish getting your shit done and you'll be in a better mood to see your dad.
Don't beat yourself up over this, from the sound of it there's no way you could've expected this at all. And he's getting care, he's where he should be. Hang in there.
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super HUGS
All you can really do right now is keep a cool head and try to get some shut-eye.
You can be strong and deal with shit in the morning, after you've had some sleep.
Sheapawd
Hope your Dad recovers soon, dude, please keep us posted on how he's doing.
And it's not your fault.
my mom has had two seizures, once while she was driving, and both times i have been the only one there/ the only one for people to contact about it.
fucking terrifying. I hope everything goes well for your father, dude.
Unless this post is like, eight hours old now or something. In which case, hello from the paaaaaaaaassssstttttt
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Seriously though I'm sorry dude. My granddad had issues with lung fluid a few years back and it was a hard time for all of us. I hope he pulls through.
hugs mang
Yep.
Wex, I'm sure everything will be fine. Things are shitty now, but soon now will be in the past and your dad will be better. Just ride this out.
Man hugs, etc.
Best wishes dude
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Best of luck.
Speaking as someone who has just today gotten clear of some stupid medical shit, it can seem really dark and terrifying in the initial days of a sudden illness. And the road back to How Things Were can be bitch-ass long. But your dad can push through this and get well, even if it seems impossibly bleak right this second; the human body is amazing in terms of what it can accomplish (especially with a little boost from modern medicine). It sounds like you're doing everything you can to support your family right now, which is wonderful. Just make sure you don't neglect yourself and your own well-being in the process, and stay positive.
"Sandra has a good solid anti-murderer vibe. My skin felt very secure and sufficiently attached to my body when I met her. Also my organs." HAIL SATAN
man you guys get butt-hurt way too easy, i'm sure the guy could use some laughs
have faith guy, at least he's not going into surgery, cause staph infections are fucking bad
I was mad at everyone. I was mad at my dad for smoking for so long that it gave him cancer. I was mad at my dad, mom and dad's girlfriend for not being straight forward with me and my sisters about how bad everything was. And I was really mad at myself for not calling my dad more or visiting home more to see him. And that's totally normal.
Just have hope, and spend as much time with your dad as they'll let you, let him know you love him and you're there.
Even the weirdos.
Especially the weirdos.
This has made my day
I lost my dad a few months ago from an unexpected heart attack, it is not a pleasant experience to go through.
So bummed I can't find a clip from Muppet Family Christmas for this right now
She confirmed that he's doing well, and that I shouldn't let certainotherfamilymemberswhowon'tbementionedunlessIgetreallypisseoff try to tell me that it was in any way my fault.
Feeling better, I let life start to play catch up. Boss called me back after I ran out of the building faster than I've ever ran before to see how I was doing, and that she didn't really like Wolfman anyway. Another booth guy is texting me from Orlando wanting to know what kind of pranks he could pull on the staff for the big giant fancy theatre they have down there.
Just when I'm about to fade back in to sleep...
He's feeling much better. His lungs are fine, and his heart appears to be just as well. They're going to keep him there over the weekend, and on Monday they're going to make sure his arteries aren't in a really bad way but they're doubting even that.
Having even more things to stack on top of the good news of me feeling a cold coming on, meaning I don't have to go back to that place unless I really want to, I figure I'd spread the good word to you dudes.
Also, don't be hatin on Cloudman. My family LOOOOVES us some Gallows Humor and there is nothing I love more, than in the face of Death itself, to sink it's battleship. Thanks guys, you all rock.
i have pictures of the fluid they were sucking out of his lungs, it is hella gross
but it seems like things are already looking up and no pep talk is needed so uh... yeah, awesome