Lil Bunny
04-14-2008, 02:17 AM
I can't remember if I told you all that my dad went in for surgery. Well, he did. It was for an acoustic neuroma and was supposed to take place early March. It didn't due to the fact that a crap hospital here in Nebraska found a suspicious thing on his heart. Oh the test had a 33% failure rate. Yeah, he had to shell out for a heart cath.
ANYHOW, he went in for surgery finally 4/2. Turns out it wasn't the nerve tumor but an actual brain tumor pressing on the nerves in his ear. Well they had to go through the facial nerve to get it out. Yes they reconnected it but he basically has bells palsy again. At least we knew what to expect eh? On top of this, the surprise us with an eyelid surgery. He's now got a gold lid to help keep his eye shut.
Ok so finally get him home and settled and my best friend and I come out this past weekend to help him out. *Sigh* I love my dad.
Before I start in, I want to say that my parents are/were my world. Mom's death about killed me and seeing my dad moving slow/having problems kills me. I want to be there to help him out any way I can because he is the one that gave me life. I'm probably closer to my family than normal and I apologize for that. They have always come before anything else in this life and nothing will change that (aside from DF...he gets married in eh?).
That said, I have had the growing urge to kill him over the past year. The house has steadily gone into a dusty crowded mess. He isn't diminished in mental capacity, he just doesn't do it. He DOES know how to do it, he just does the basics to get around it. After this weekend I've seriously about had enough.
His bathroom was disgusting. We're talking dust/cat hair so thick I had to scrub to get it us. His shower...well I'm not sure how anyone got clean. He KNOWS better. We got both upstairs bathrooms scrubbed head to floor and took 5 bags of trash out. Downstairs we got the floors scrubbed and the kitchen/breakfast nook/living room dusted and organized. Did I mention I found the kitchen table? *growls*
Seriously, he knows better! If he thinks he can just leave it for me to come out and do he's got another thing coming. I do not mind helping him out with the "going through" stuff and tossing/recycling mom's stuff but I CANNOT DO IT ALL ALONE. He needs to keep up on the basic stuff such as dusting, vacuuming, sweeping, et al.
We finally gave him projects to get done before we come out next month. He will get the paper work gone through and his computer and office desk started on or I WILL not clean. There are no ifs ands or buts about this. We are also going to empty out the basement whether he likes it or not. I'm sick and tired of everything being everywhere down there. Seriously, Christmas stuff is in 5 different areas.
Ok vent done. I love dad, I really do. I just hate this getting old stuff. That reminds me, if anyone would like to come out and play "Clean Sweep" with me, you're more than welcome to him!
Thanks for letting me vent. I think I'd be less pissed but we also had to put Norman down. He'd lost so much weight that you could literally grab his spinal cord bones. It was so sad. I'm glad he's in a better place but he was such a great cat, I'm going to miss him big time. :(
Now, back to happy Bunny, I swear.
ANYHOW, he went in for surgery finally 4/2. Turns out it wasn't the nerve tumor but an actual brain tumor pressing on the nerves in his ear. Well they had to go through the facial nerve to get it out. Yes they reconnected it but he basically has bells palsy again. At least we knew what to expect eh? On top of this, the surprise us with an eyelid surgery. He's now got a gold lid to help keep his eye shut.
Ok so finally get him home and settled and my best friend and I come out this past weekend to help him out. *Sigh* I love my dad.
Before I start in, I want to say that my parents are/were my world. Mom's death about killed me and seeing my dad moving slow/having problems kills me. I want to be there to help him out any way I can because he is the one that gave me life. I'm probably closer to my family than normal and I apologize for that. They have always come before anything else in this life and nothing will change that (aside from DF...he gets married in eh?).
That said, I have had the growing urge to kill him over the past year. The house has steadily gone into a dusty crowded mess. He isn't diminished in mental capacity, he just doesn't do it. He DOES know how to do it, he just does the basics to get around it. After this weekend I've seriously about had enough.
His bathroom was disgusting. We're talking dust/cat hair so thick I had to scrub to get it us. His shower...well I'm not sure how anyone got clean. He KNOWS better. We got both upstairs bathrooms scrubbed head to floor and took 5 bags of trash out. Downstairs we got the floors scrubbed and the kitchen/breakfast nook/living room dusted and organized. Did I mention I found the kitchen table? *growls*
Seriously, he knows better! If he thinks he can just leave it for me to come out and do he's got another thing coming. I do not mind helping him out with the "going through" stuff and tossing/recycling mom's stuff but I CANNOT DO IT ALL ALONE. He needs to keep up on the basic stuff such as dusting, vacuuming, sweeping, et al.
We finally gave him projects to get done before we come out next month. He will get the paper work gone through and his computer and office desk started on or I WILL not clean. There are no ifs ands or buts about this. We are also going to empty out the basement whether he likes it or not. I'm sick and tired of everything being everywhere down there. Seriously, Christmas stuff is in 5 different areas.
Ok vent done. I love dad, I really do. I just hate this getting old stuff. That reminds me, if anyone would like to come out and play "Clean Sweep" with me, you're more than welcome to him!
Thanks for letting me vent. I think I'd be less pissed but we also had to put Norman down. He'd lost so much weight that you could literally grab his spinal cord bones. It was so sad. I'm glad he's in a better place but he was such a great cat, I'm going to miss him big time. :(
Now, back to happy Bunny, I swear.