Foggy, but daylight is still burning...
Sep. 10th, 2007 11:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpWow, it's nearly noon and I've gotten... not a whole heck of a lot accomplished.
The old man called a few times last night, but I had already fallen asleep. I woke up just as he was hanging up on his second try, a little after 11 pm. Once I shook the cobwebs out of my head, I started debating calling the hospital, but figured if it was really important, they'd call again.
The phone rang as I was debating. I picked it up, and it was my dad. He was calling me to let me know where he was (I knew) and to ask that I bring his portfolio to the hospital, whereupon we hung up and I went back to sleep.
This morning, I called the hospital at around 9 am to get a status on the old man, so they connected me to his room, where the phone rang about 10 times, whereupon I hung up and decided to get in the car. I stopped by the rehab place and picked up a box that had already been packed and taped, and then drove to the hospital. I got the portfolio out of the box and went up to the room.
The old man was not looking so well, and he told me he had been diagonsed with a touch of pneumonia, and that the doctors had assured him they'd take care of it. Apparently, being in an environment where there are a lot of geriatric, sick people is a good place to catch pneumonia, and I recall how my mother had a horror of hospitals for exactly that reason. Going to a hospital, she reasoned, was merely an expedient method of getting to a funeral home.
Anyway, I ended up running another couple of errands, gassed up the old man's Toyota, and here I am, at nearly noon, feeling very unaccomplished (unless you count the hour I spent vacuuming around the house this morning). I should count my blessings, I suppose.
Cheers...
The old man called a few times last night, but I had already fallen asleep. I woke up just as he was hanging up on his second try, a little after 11 pm. Once I shook the cobwebs out of my head, I started debating calling the hospital, but figured if it was really important, they'd call again.
The phone rang as I was debating. I picked it up, and it was my dad. He was calling me to let me know where he was (I knew) and to ask that I bring his portfolio to the hospital, whereupon we hung up and I went back to sleep.
This morning, I called the hospital at around 9 am to get a status on the old man, so they connected me to his room, where the phone rang about 10 times, whereupon I hung up and decided to get in the car. I stopped by the rehab place and picked up a box that had already been packed and taped, and then drove to the hospital. I got the portfolio out of the box and went up to the room.
The old man was not looking so well, and he told me he had been diagonsed with a touch of pneumonia, and that the doctors had assured him they'd take care of it. Apparently, being in an environment where there are a lot of geriatric, sick people is a good place to catch pneumonia, and I recall how my mother had a horror of hospitals for exactly that reason. Going to a hospital, she reasoned, was merely an expedient method of getting to a funeral home.
Anyway, I ended up running another couple of errands, gassed up the old man's Toyota, and here I am, at nearly noon, feeling very unaccomplished (unless you count the hour I spent vacuuming around the house this morning). I should count my blessings, I suppose.
Cheers...
