so dad has been so severely drugged up the past week or so that he's still a little loopy. yesterday he thought the helicopter was a jet and kept asking if there were jets flying around, and today he asked mom if the nurses station was a bar and if there were any slot machines around. and he told her that he wanted to go on vacation in aruba when he gets out of the hospital. which would sound fun, but dad doesn't fly, so i'm not sure how he plans to get there. maybe a cruise?
my little brother is driving me insane. i need more than a 12 hour break from him. i think i'm taking tomorrow to lead a normal life. go to work, go for a walk, maybe go to the grocery store, hang out with my roommates. pretend dad isn't in the hospital. then i'll go up on tuesday and then thursday-sunday i'm guessing since i don't have to work.
mom talked to one of the residents working with dad today. she thought he would maybe be in the critical care unit through the end of the week and then into his own room for about a week. so sometime in december he'll be home. i'm trying to conserve using my time off while he's all out of it so that i can take it when he's either in his own room and bored out of his mind or when he's at home and needs someone to be there with him.
it's been a long weekend. i'm jazzed to sleep tonight. kinda wish i didn't have to go to work, but i know that it will be good to do something routine.and i am totally ordering food from somewhere tomorrow. perhaps pizza for lunch. hmmmm. oh the possibilities. ok. that's the weekend update!
peace out kids
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Each post gets better and better! The part about your dad thinking that the helicopter was a jet reminds me of a short story by Roald Dahl called "Beware of the Dog." You should read it, it's pretty cool.
My roommates and I are still channeling prayers your way!
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