This is getting dangerous (warning rant ahead.)
Well I don't know how much longer I can make lemonade... no ones drinking it T_T!
In other words, life's been a little stressful. Not long after my father had his surgery, he got not only pneumonia, which seems to be rather common these days. (Man I thought I had to be special to get that. :P) He also got a staph infection in his surgical incision. Isn't that just special, and he got it all from the same hospital. They were all apologetic and all, but still they proceeded to not administer him the pain medication that he NEEDS! (Oh so you have someone do major surgery on your spine, they're only nerve endings don't be such a baby.) Obviously my father, my mother, my brother, and I were extremely upset by this. I'm taking a wild guess and wanting to say they're trying to convert everyone to do everything by computer now so it'll be less complicated. Problem is, you need to train you people on this stuff, I know crazy right?
So they'd tinker around with the thing trying to give him his pain med and finally rather gave up after a while logging into the computer that pain medication was administered.... more reason for us to be pissy.then a nurse accidentally knocks over my dad's c-pap machine. (For those that don't know it's the machine that help you sleep at night if you have sleep apnea.) It's not broken or anything, so my dad asks her to give it to him, and she does happily. Then (Yes then) another nurse comes in and grabs it right after my dad put it back togther. Kind of a "Gimme that" Kind of way and tries to 're-fix it.' (Just for the record, my father's been an auto mechanic, an IT mechanic, and computer engineer for oh say... 12 for 12 years at the very least on computer stuff I think he knows how to fix a little machine like that.)
so this woman starts jamming this machine together, and my father's yelling "STOP I fixed it! Give it to me please!" My mom walks over to this woman probably with the look of "I'm going to beat you with my cast." (Yes my mother broke her wrist not good timing on our part, but wouldn't it be awesome to hear about this moron getting hit with a rock hard cast for real?) My mother puts her hand on the machine and tells the woman in a (I shit you not) scary ass tone telling her, "You need to leave now." (My mother has what we call the voice, it's the tone of voice that puts the fear of god into children that don't even know who he is. The kind that make teenagers want to piss their pants in fear, and grown men be put into their place.)
In the end this was better than my dad getting up. (He is the freakin alpha male bear, and does not care if he hurts himself while killing you, after he's dead he'll still be alive enough to rip you apart. (I have scarry parents and I adore them for it :DDDD.) My dad was down right pissed, and with every right these nurses were treating him like a dog! A DOG! We're obviously not going to that hospital again. Still all the same doctor cuts out the staph and sends him home with medication to get rid of the pneumonia.
Awesome... but oh if only it were true. Dad has to get another surgery for his hernia. Yes another surgery for my poor father T_T. He's just had his seventh surgery, gotten over pneumonia and now this. Oy well we'll live through it right :DD? Wrong, dad spikes another fever, and had to be taken to the hospital. We take him to Loudoun since Reston is so far away. Screw the spine doctor there he needs to transfer his location of his damn practice. Nurses at Reston want to keel you!
Anywhoo for the hospital for the third time with in three months, they take a ct-scan of his heria, and see that his spleen I think it was is pushing down on the area that's herniating. Not to mention that there's also pneumonia in his lungs again. (My dad used to be a swimmer when he was in school, and has the lung capacity of "OMG MAN! SHARE WITH ANOTHER PERSON THEY NEED IT!") So he shows no signs of it, no coughing, no wheezing, no labored breath. I mean the first time he had to go back to the hospital, his entire right lung was filled to the brim, moving closely behind was the left. So he has pneumonia for a second time, but not staph cause that had to do with the stitches, new kind, still testing them out and all. I guess that's one thing.
Anyway, so we have to reschedule his surgery for his hernia, because he needs to not have green crap in his lungs. He's at the hospital now and is slowly getting better, but DAMN IT LET MY FATHER LIVE! I want him to see my wedding, his grandchildren, and his great-grandchildren! I want the doctors to perminantly fix this whole pneumonia thing with my dad, and give him something for the pain of his hernia, cause I mean damn it, it's right by his groin, I'm sure it's like getting kicked in the nuts every time he takes a step. I want all of this to be over, and the stress to be over and for me to actually get a full nights sleep with out having to worry about something.
I know it's not so bad that the surgery had to be moved cause my brother Jason wont be back home until Wednesday, my nephew needs to have someone watch him, while this is going on so we're shoving him at his mother. Stupid woman doesn't see the poor boy more than three times a year. (Thanksgiving, Christmas and his birthday.) Still also we need someone to monitor my nephew to make sure he doesn't think that it's ok to bounce all over my dad. I know he didn't mean to but while getting into my dad's lap, he shoved his knee right into my dad's hernia... twice. So yea, no more climbing all over dad for my nephew. Still at the same time it makes it so terribley difficult, cause dad'll have to wait for his pneumonia to be gone before he can have the surgery one his hernia, which means several months of pain around his groin. It's like we can't win. Not to mention there's more stress because of the fact that my car hasn't passed it's emissions test yet, and I need to reassemble it before I can do that. This will require an evening with my dad so I can write down the directions on how to put my car back together, so we can have at least the small comfort of two damn cars. Then my baby will officially BE MINE! *Evil laugh.*
In the end.... I want to stop getting lemons from life. I don't have anymore pitchers to fill with lemonade.
In other words, life's been a little stressful. Not long after my father had his surgery, he got not only pneumonia, which seems to be rather common these days. (Man I thought I had to be special to get that. :P) He also got a staph infection in his surgical incision. Isn't that just special, and he got it all from the same hospital. They were all apologetic and all, but still they proceeded to not administer him the pain medication that he NEEDS! (Oh so you have someone do major surgery on your spine, they're only nerve endings don't be such a baby.) Obviously my father, my mother, my brother, and I were extremely upset by this. I'm taking a wild guess and wanting to say they're trying to convert everyone to do everything by computer now so it'll be less complicated. Problem is, you need to train you people on this stuff, I know crazy right?
So they'd tinker around with the thing trying to give him his pain med and finally rather gave up after a while logging into the computer that pain medication was administered.... more reason for us to be pissy.then a nurse accidentally knocks over my dad's c-pap machine. (For those that don't know it's the machine that help you sleep at night if you have sleep apnea.) It's not broken or anything, so my dad asks her to give it to him, and she does happily. Then (Yes then) another nurse comes in and grabs it right after my dad put it back togther. Kind of a "Gimme that" Kind of way and tries to 're-fix it.' (Just for the record, my father's been an auto mechanic, an IT mechanic, and computer engineer for oh say... 12 for 12 years at the very least on computer stuff I think he knows how to fix a little machine like that.)
so this woman starts jamming this machine together, and my father's yelling "STOP I fixed it! Give it to me please!" My mom walks over to this woman probably with the look of "I'm going to beat you with my cast." (Yes my mother broke her wrist not good timing on our part, but wouldn't it be awesome to hear about this moron getting hit with a rock hard cast for real?) My mother puts her hand on the machine and tells the woman in a (I shit you not) scary ass tone telling her, "You need to leave now." (My mother has what we call the voice, it's the tone of voice that puts the fear of god into children that don't even know who he is. The kind that make teenagers want to piss their pants in fear, and grown men be put into their place.)
In the end this was better than my dad getting up. (He is the freakin alpha male bear, and does not care if he hurts himself while killing you, after he's dead he'll still be alive enough to rip you apart. (I have scarry parents and I adore them for it :DDDD.) My dad was down right pissed, and with every right these nurses were treating him like a dog! A DOG! We're obviously not going to that hospital again. Still all the same doctor cuts out the staph and sends him home with medication to get rid of the pneumonia.
Awesome... but oh if only it were true. Dad has to get another surgery for his hernia. Yes another surgery for my poor father T_T. He's just had his seventh surgery, gotten over pneumonia and now this. Oy well we'll live through it right :DD? Wrong, dad spikes another fever, and had to be taken to the hospital. We take him to Loudoun since Reston is so far away. Screw the spine doctor there he needs to transfer his location of his damn practice. Nurses at Reston want to keel you!
Anywhoo for the hospital for the third time with in three months, they take a ct-scan of his heria, and see that his spleen I think it was is pushing down on the area that's herniating. Not to mention that there's also pneumonia in his lungs again. (My dad used to be a swimmer when he was in school, and has the lung capacity of "OMG MAN! SHARE WITH ANOTHER PERSON THEY NEED IT!") So he shows no signs of it, no coughing, no wheezing, no labored breath. I mean the first time he had to go back to the hospital, his entire right lung was filled to the brim, moving closely behind was the left. So he has pneumonia for a second time, but not staph cause that had to do with the stitches, new kind, still testing them out and all. I guess that's one thing.
Anyway, so we have to reschedule his surgery for his hernia, because he needs to not have green crap in his lungs. He's at the hospital now and is slowly getting better, but DAMN IT LET MY FATHER LIVE! I want him to see my wedding, his grandchildren, and his great-grandchildren! I want the doctors to perminantly fix this whole pneumonia thing with my dad, and give him something for the pain of his hernia, cause I mean damn it, it's right by his groin, I'm sure it's like getting kicked in the nuts every time he takes a step. I want all of this to be over, and the stress to be over and for me to actually get a full nights sleep with out having to worry about something.
I know it's not so bad that the surgery had to be moved cause my brother Jason wont be back home until Wednesday, my nephew needs to have someone watch him, while this is going on so we're shoving him at his mother. Stupid woman doesn't see the poor boy more than three times a year. (Thanksgiving, Christmas and his birthday.) Still also we need someone to monitor my nephew to make sure he doesn't think that it's ok to bounce all over my dad. I know he didn't mean to but while getting into my dad's lap, he shoved his knee right into my dad's hernia... twice. So yea, no more climbing all over dad for my nephew. Still at the same time it makes it so terribley difficult, cause dad'll have to wait for his pneumonia to be gone before he can have the surgery one his hernia, which means several months of pain around his groin. It's like we can't win. Not to mention there's more stress because of the fact that my car hasn't passed it's emissions test yet, and I need to reassemble it before I can do that. This will require an evening with my dad so I can write down the directions on how to put my car back together, so we can have at least the small comfort of two damn cars. Then my baby will officially BE MINE! *Evil laugh.*
In the end.... I want to stop getting lemons from life. I don't have anymore pitchers to fill with lemonade.