Just when you think the only issues you have are within your own head, the universe comes up and slaps you nice and hard across the face after it has jumped out from behind a closet door and scared the crap out of you. In the dark. After you’ve watched one of those “the call is coming from within the house” movies.
Yeah, it’s been one of those days.
My dad now has some issues that need to be dealt with – phone calls to doctors, changes to how his medical appointments and procedures are handled – all of it falls on my plate to deal with. And right now, it’s a lot to take on top of everything I already have going on. My mom is gone, my kid is getting bitten at school and is possibly surpassing her peers educationally already at not even 2.5 years old, my boyfriend is starting his own business which means more responsibility is about to fall on me at home, the holidays are here and my mom isn’t…..and now this with my dad. I’m so angry over what happened – a lot of mismanaged care happened yesterday which is unacceptable in my book, but he would never complain because that’s just not my dad. And every time stuff like this hits the fan, I end up being feared by whatever medical professional I need to take down a notch because my parents’ health care is very important to me. Well, is for my dad and was for my mom. I can’t say how many run in’s I have had with nurses and doctors; I’ve actually heard nurses say “uh oh, here she comes” and “oh is THAT the one” when I walk by. But at the end of the day I don’t care what they think of me as long as they take care of him the way that he deserves to be treated.
And now, yet again this falls on me. I’m not the oldest but I am the most responsible, for lack of a better word. Okay so responsible isn’t it – I’m the most capable to deal with this. My sister can’t call up a doctor’s office and tell them that what happened was unacceptable, demand answers, and actually get them. She can’t call up a nurse’s station and demand that a doctor be paged or that the head nurse get on the phone “right now”. That’s not her. She’s a lot like my dad for the most part – calm. Me? Oh, I’m my mother’s daughter through and through. That woman had a horrible temper; so does my dad but his fuse is much longer than mine for sure. My primary concern at this point is his well-being and I don’t care who I have to mow down in order to get him the care that he needs. I called the patient care office at a hospital once and raised such hell that the rest of his stay was quite perfect compared to how it was before I called; the hospital Administrator came to see him, that’s how serious they took my complaint over him being left in a hallway for 2 hours and not getting a meal. I don’t scream or yell at anyone, but I get results and right now I really do want to yell and scream because he is what I have left. I have one parent left and I will be damned if someone will mistreat him while I’m still able to pick up a phone and reach out to slap someone. (Verbally, of course.)
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