My dad is still in the hospital. He had the surgery to repair the aneurysm on Friday and it went well. From what I can gather, his abnormal heart rhythm is what’s keeping him in the hospital. They keep saying they’re going to release him and then they never do. I haven’t been up there since Saturday and I feel like the worst daughter ever. That drive just wipes me out though. My right arm still hasn’t recovered from all the driving I did last week. Just typing this many words is sending pain up my arm all the way into my neck.
As usual, when I have too many different things going on and feel like I need to be two places at once, I feel frozen with indecision and too many shoulds.
Today I should:
*Go up to the hospital to help Dad decide whether to let them shock his heart to get it into a normal rhythm or whether he should wait until he’s been on blood thinners for a month. But to do that I would have had to leave about an hour and a half ago…. On the phone, we decided to wait and, from what I’ve read online, that still sounds like the safest plan. But maybe there are things I don’t know since I wasn’t there when the cardiologist came in….
*Go over to the vet’s office to buy the prescription kidney diet canned food for Frosty (pictured above) because his kidney and thyroid levels are more out of whack than they were a couple of months ago. I had to take him to the vet for an ingrown claw on Friday (who knew that claws could grow in a circle like that?) so I had them repeat his labs. The vet called last night with the bad news. Poor kitty. At 18-years-0ld, things are really starting to fall apart for him.
*Take Smarty to the vet because, while he’s excited to go out on a walk, he seems to just want to come home once we’re out there. I’m worried that it’s because he’s feeling tired.
*Take Daniel to the school at 3:00 to turn in his final driving test because if they don’t get it graded by the 23rd, it will cost us $175.00 to have him reinstated with the program. It infuriates me that we’re down to the deadline like this because he’s had a month to finish the test. He always does this. Whenever there’s any kind of family crisis, he comes up with some drama that has to be dealt with.
*Rest my arm so it will become usable again. Spending three hours on the road every other day last week is taking quite awhile to recover from.
Maybe I’ll get back to regular blog activities one of these days, if life ever quiets down and I ever get myself (and my arm) unfrozen.