This is some pretty messed up stuff......
As a few of you know I rent the 2nd floor in a private house. The person who lives downstairs is a gentleman in his mid to late 80's, WWII vet, etc. This guy excercises like a mad man, even at his age!!. He has stationary bikes, treadmills,etc. He eats healthy and for his age, one can say he takes care of himself.
A few weeks ago he hurt his back while excercising, and I mentioned to him, he should take it easy or atleast tone it down a bit. On Friday I think he hurt his arm becuase he couldnt even take in the mail, which when I came home he asked me to do it. His doctor even made a house call for him the next day, gave him an icepack and a shot and would follow up with him in a few days. His family did not have any knowledge of this and it is Wednesday already.
Today just before I was leaving for work, he wanted me to cook him oatmeal and all this other nonsense, which I told him, I would normally help him, but I needed to get to work on time for an important meeting and cant spare the time to help. I was up since 7:15 and he had almost 2 hours to ask me for help, not as I was leaving. I offered to assist him, but he had all these directions and the way he wanted his food cooked it would have taken 20 minutes. I told him I will add water to the oatmeal and microwave it, he said no, you have to cook it on the stove (it was quaker oatmeal in the packets which I cook all the time in the microwave) I was not going to argue with him so I saidd its that or nothing ,and I left.
As a courtesy, I called his son a few minutes later (50years old) who works not far from here, to stop in at somepoint today to check up on him and maybe help him out with something. I also told him about what had happened with his arm.
Well.......
I get home at around 7:00PM, figure I should check up on this guy see if he is ok and if his son stopped by. His son did call and tell him he was too busy and cant come by at all. I asked Phil if he needed anything , and he said he was fine so I left it at that.
The time is now 11:30PM. I heard someone banging around 11:00PM, I walk down down the stairwell to check it out and see Phil standing at the front door with his hat, coat, and cane. I ask what is going on and he replies he is waiting to go to the hospital. I thought maybe he was delusional, but then the police, EMS , and fire cheif pull up and start to figure out what is going on. I pretty much stayed out of the way.
They decided to take him to the hospital overnight for observations. His arm swelled up and complained of pain in his hips. I head his voice in the distance saying he was dying...........
Ok, ready for the fucked up part (sorry for the curse, but that best sums it up)
I called his son and his daughter to let them know what was going on. I got his sons answering machine. Left a message. I called his daughter and after explaining whats going on..............
SHE DIDNT CARE ONE BIT!!!!! I bet she went right back to sleep.
WTF!!!
Tommorow should be interesting with what happens....
Will this guy be coming home?
Are his siblings going to even visit the hospital?
Wil they call me to find out if anythign new has happened?
Phil hates his kids it seems. I even think his son is a loud mouthed jerk. From what I can tell they dont get along, but still........WTF!!!!
I am not this guys babysitter or should he try to depend on me. I pay rent and I should not do anything else. That is what his family is for.
Sorry this is getting long here........
Although I know if something happens, I will not have to find a new place becuase this is a seperate apartment.. I do not want to deal with this crap...but WTF!!!
Thats all I have to say
WTF
I need to go shopping tommorow after work, but I think I will just come home incase anyone stops by the house
On the plus side, lunch at work is being catered tommorow on them, I put my order in today and lunch will be delivered to my office and on my desk at 12:30PM >kickass<
Im going back to bed.
As a few of you know I rent the 2nd floor in a private house. The person who lives downstairs is a gentleman in his mid to late 80's, WWII vet, etc. This guy excercises like a mad man, even at his age!!. He has stationary bikes, treadmills,etc. He eats healthy and for his age, one can say he takes care of himself.
A few weeks ago he hurt his back while excercising, and I mentioned to him, he should take it easy or atleast tone it down a bit. On Friday I think he hurt his arm becuase he couldnt even take in the mail, which when I came home he asked me to do it. His doctor even made a house call for him the next day, gave him an icepack and a shot and would follow up with him in a few days. His family did not have any knowledge of this and it is Wednesday already.
Today just before I was leaving for work, he wanted me to cook him oatmeal and all this other nonsense, which I told him, I would normally help him, but I needed to get to work on time for an important meeting and cant spare the time to help. I was up since 7:15 and he had almost 2 hours to ask me for help, not as I was leaving. I offered to assist him, but he had all these directions and the way he wanted his food cooked it would have taken 20 minutes. I told him I will add water to the oatmeal and microwave it, he said no, you have to cook it on the stove (it was quaker oatmeal in the packets which I cook all the time in the microwave) I was not going to argue with him so I saidd its that or nothing ,and I left.
As a courtesy, I called his son a few minutes later (50years old) who works not far from here, to stop in at somepoint today to check up on him and maybe help him out with something. I also told him about what had happened with his arm.
Well.......
I get home at around 7:00PM, figure I should check up on this guy see if he is ok and if his son stopped by. His son did call and tell him he was too busy and cant come by at all. I asked Phil if he needed anything , and he said he was fine so I left it at that.
The time is now 11:30PM. I heard someone banging around 11:00PM, I walk down down the stairwell to check it out and see Phil standing at the front door with his hat, coat, and cane. I ask what is going on and he replies he is waiting to go to the hospital. I thought maybe he was delusional, but then the police, EMS , and fire cheif pull up and start to figure out what is going on. I pretty much stayed out of the way.
They decided to take him to the hospital overnight for observations. His arm swelled up and complained of pain in his hips. I head his voice in the distance saying he was dying...........
Ok, ready for the fucked up part (sorry for the curse, but that best sums it up)
I called his son and his daughter to let them know what was going on. I got his sons answering machine. Left a message. I called his daughter and after explaining whats going on..............
SHE DIDNT CARE ONE BIT!!!!! I bet she went right back to sleep.
WTF!!!
Tommorow should be interesting with what happens....
Will this guy be coming home?
Are his siblings going to even visit the hospital?
Wil they call me to find out if anythign new has happened?
Phil hates his kids it seems. I even think his son is a loud mouthed jerk. From what I can tell they dont get along, but still........WTF!!!!
I am not this guys babysitter or should he try to depend on me. I pay rent and I should not do anything else. That is what his family is for.
Sorry this is getting long here........
Although I know if something happens, I will not have to find a new place becuase this is a seperate apartment.. I do not want to deal with this crap...but WTF!!!
Thats all I have to say
WTF
I need to go shopping tommorow after work, but I think I will just come home incase anyone stops by the house
On the plus side, lunch at work is being catered tommorow on them, I put my order in today and lunch will be delivered to my office and on my desk at 12:30PM >kickass<
Im going back to bed.