Its that stress thing again
I’ve been cleaning. Not just the “mmm… need to do the dishes and a load of laundry” type cleaning, but the kind where you go in armed with bleach, rubber gloves, toothbrushes and the grungiest pair of clothes you have. Where you say to yourself “OUT OUT DAMN SPOT!” and finally clean up the pea soup that was spilled on the wall several months ago. Don’t raise your eyebrows at me, its better than crawling into a bottle (although a beer or two beforehand helps).
Dad contracted MSRA, the hospital version of staph and it got into his bloodstream causing the area around his pacemaker to swell up like a balloon. The infection got into his heart area too and we were very worried for a while. Yesterday I was awake for a good 24 hours before I got any significant sleep. I went to the hospital after a brief 30 minute nap and was there for seven hours before they brought Dad back up to his room. The surgery was to take the pacemaker out because it was harboring the infection. It went well and Dad is improving by the hour.
In my duration of stay at Piedmont, I have to say the staff was very friendly and helpful. I had a moment where I felt an anxiety attack come on and the staff were understanding. They offered to get me pillows and blankets so I could rest. I calmed down and opted instead to get some dinner. It was OK, except that listening to EMT’s trying to one up each other with gruesome stories is not what I call the best thing for you appetite. BLEH.
After that I went to my parent’s house to help Mom out with several things. I took about 2.5 hours of sleep there and drove the hour back home to get back right as daecon was leaving for work at 5am. I got a good amount of sleep and woke up to start attacking the dirt. Evil EVIL dirt. I think Dad’s getting MRSA has freaked me out a good bit.
Current Mood: mentally exhausted
Current Music: lovely hum of the dishwasher