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Sep. 10th, 2012 10:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seldneiSo that was a long, godawful weekend.
On Friday, my dad went into the hospital because he was feeling short of breath and kind of odd in one arm. In the end, it turns out his heart went into a-fib, so it wasn't pumping enough blood, or not pumping it properly, or something like that--it was weird, and not good, but it wasn't a heart attack and the doctors all felt it can be controlled with medicine and diet change.
The "best" part of this was that he and Mom had the Zweeble that night, because Scott and I were at Jason's birthday dinner. However, the Zweeb was a champ about the whole thing. He usually comes through when you need him to, though seeing Pop hooked up to a whole bunch of machines made him a little uncomfortable, so he asked to go to the car to get his stuffed animal. That was when we arrived. And if you think that drive from Sarasota to Englewood was fun, I'd have to inform you otherwise.
Saturday was spent here, awaiting word. Overall the word was good, but I was working with about three hours of sleep, so after a certain point, everything seemed like hell on earth anyway. Jason came over, though, which made things much easier to deal with. I'm not sure how many crises he's been here for, now, but it's more than one.
Dad came home Saturday, and everything looks good. He feels fine, he's on the new meds, he has doctor's instructions for what to do if he has another episode, so good on that.
Sunday was a not-so-unusual rough day with the five-year-old, but when you add it on top of the rest of the weekend, it really sucked. Though we tried out some new ways to deal with him that seemed to work, overall, so that's a good thing.
Ugh.
Also in there was Jason's birthday dinner, which was fun (especially his "no, really, I think I'm going to turn around and leave" surprised face), and my contract from Beneath Ceaseless Skies, and cake, so the entire weekend didn't totally suck. This morning is a mental health morning.
And again I see reports of LJ's eventual demise ... although I sort of think it's not going to die off, per se, so much as become an all-Russia/Singapore site at some point. But whatever, it's the internet, nothing lasts forever (well, it's all cached, but people are lazy so it's the same sort of thing). I seriously hate Facebook, though. I think, if LJ dies off, I'll go be the oldest person on Tumblr. It's pretty, and posting photos is easier. :)
But I suppose I'm here rearranging the deck chairs 'til the bitter end.
Now, off to read and read and read until it's time to go to work. Mental health morning, away!
On Friday, my dad went into the hospital because he was feeling short of breath and kind of odd in one arm. In the end, it turns out his heart went into a-fib, so it wasn't pumping enough blood, or not pumping it properly, or something like that--it was weird, and not good, but it wasn't a heart attack and the doctors all felt it can be controlled with medicine and diet change.
The "best" part of this was that he and Mom had the Zweeble that night, because Scott and I were at Jason's birthday dinner. However, the Zweeb was a champ about the whole thing. He usually comes through when you need him to, though seeing Pop hooked up to a whole bunch of machines made him a little uncomfortable, so he asked to go to the car to get his stuffed animal. That was when we arrived. And if you think that drive from Sarasota to Englewood was fun, I'd have to inform you otherwise.
Saturday was spent here, awaiting word. Overall the word was good, but I was working with about three hours of sleep, so after a certain point, everything seemed like hell on earth anyway. Jason came over, though, which made things much easier to deal with. I'm not sure how many crises he's been here for, now, but it's more than one.
Dad came home Saturday, and everything looks good. He feels fine, he's on the new meds, he has doctor's instructions for what to do if he has another episode, so good on that.
Sunday was a not-so-unusual rough day with the five-year-old, but when you add it on top of the rest of the weekend, it really sucked. Though we tried out some new ways to deal with him that seemed to work, overall, so that's a good thing.
Ugh.
Also in there was Jason's birthday dinner, which was fun (especially his "no, really, I think I'm going to turn around and leave" surprised face), and my contract from Beneath Ceaseless Skies, and cake, so the entire weekend didn't totally suck. This morning is a mental health morning.
And again I see reports of LJ's eventual demise ... although I sort of think it's not going to die off, per se, so much as become an all-Russia/Singapore site at some point. But whatever, it's the internet, nothing lasts forever (well, it's all cached, but people are lazy so it's the same sort of thing). I seriously hate Facebook, though. I think, if LJ dies off, I'll go be the oldest person on Tumblr. It's pretty, and posting photos is easier. :)
But I suppose I'm here rearranging the deck chairs 'til the bitter end.
Now, off to read and read and read until it's time to go to work. Mental health morning, away!
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