went to pa for the weekend/holiday, although i spent most of the holiday driving back 
i only got to see my dad once because hospitals are such fucking jokes. last week i talked to a step-sister (dont worry, they didnt call me, i had to call THEM to find out what was going on) and they told me that he was being moved from geisinger on friday to mercy up in scranton to start his rehab. well thats good news, because the last time i saw him he was still all fucked up. friday, saturday and sunday come and go. i figured i should wait a few days to let things get settled in at the new place and such before i went to visit. i called my step-sister again on monday morning, and she said that things were all fucked up at mercy and he ended up being life flighted back to geisinger. apparently they threw him in a room on friday afternoon, and he basically sat there, with noone paying attention to him, for the entire fucking weekend. i almost drove to mercy to throw people out of windows. they didnt have his paperwork, had no idea what had happened to him except 'heart surgery' and they didnt have any monitors on him at all (blood pressure, heart, etc). by sunday afternoon he made almost a total regression to being all fucked up, his body had filled with water again (they didnt know he needed dialysis of course) and he couldnt talk or move at all, which he had started doing last week sometime. after they life flighted him back to geisinger, i went to see him yesterday before i left, and he was doing good again. they had to fucking hook him back up to almost all the tubes and wires again, except the breathing machine which is good. he was able to speak again last night, and most of the water had gotten out of his system, so he wasnt puffy.
it was still horrible to see him in the hospital. he has been through so much in the past 7 weeks (SEVEN FUCKING WEEKS). his face was very gaunt, and with all the weight he lost, it looked like his face was sunken in. he was shaking almost uncontrollably, presumably from trying to move. he literally is so weak he couldnt even squeeze my hand. he was capapble of talking but you could tell it was a huge struggle, and it was nigh impossible to understand him because it was so quiet. he did say my name when they asked him who i was, and he did tell me he loved me when i told him the same right before i left. we THINK he said i had a nice shirt but we arent totally sure. my step-mother said he is sometimes saying almost completely retarded things. they arent sure if its because of all the trauma or if he has sustained some sort of brain damage or if hes still suffering from the influences of the 6 week near comatose state they had him in. the ekg's and whatever else all show no damage though so we shall see. it was just awful to see someone who was so strong and free willed be so helpless. it doesnt even seem like im visiting my dad, its almost like im visiting some total stranger.
other than that, the rest of my vacation sucked ass. oh wait, that means the whole thing sucked. i took off quite a few days in order to go to amusement parks with an old friend of mine, only to have her ditch me completely. i called her twice, she tried to call me once (i was so delirious with sleep that when i answered the phone i hit the 'end call' button and hung up, and when i called back 2 minutes later she didnt answer). at any rate, i sat around at my friends house and played a 7 year old video game all week. what a wonderful way to spend my vacation time. bleh.
i only got to see my dad once because hospitals are such fucking jokes. last week i talked to a step-sister (dont worry, they didnt call me, i had to call THEM to find out what was going on) and they told me that he was being moved from geisinger on friday to mercy up in scranton to start his rehab. well thats good news, because the last time i saw him he was still all fucked up. friday, saturday and sunday come and go. i figured i should wait a few days to let things get settled in at the new place and such before i went to visit. i called my step-sister again on monday morning, and she said that things were all fucked up at mercy and he ended up being life flighted back to geisinger. apparently they threw him in a room on friday afternoon, and he basically sat there, with noone paying attention to him, for the entire fucking weekend. i almost drove to mercy to throw people out of windows. they didnt have his paperwork, had no idea what had happened to him except 'heart surgery' and they didnt have any monitors on him at all (blood pressure, heart, etc). by sunday afternoon he made almost a total regression to being all fucked up, his body had filled with water again (they didnt know he needed dialysis of course) and he couldnt talk or move at all, which he had started doing last week sometime. after they life flighted him back to geisinger, i went to see him yesterday before i left, and he was doing good again. they had to fucking hook him back up to almost all the tubes and wires again, except the breathing machine which is good. he was able to speak again last night, and most of the water had gotten out of his system, so he wasnt puffy.
it was still horrible to see him in the hospital. he has been through so much in the past 7 weeks (SEVEN FUCKING WEEKS). his face was very gaunt, and with all the weight he lost, it looked like his face was sunken in. he was shaking almost uncontrollably, presumably from trying to move. he literally is so weak he couldnt even squeeze my hand. he was capapble of talking but you could tell it was a huge struggle, and it was nigh impossible to understand him because it was so quiet. he did say my name when they asked him who i was, and he did tell me he loved me when i told him the same right before i left. we THINK he said i had a nice shirt but we arent totally sure. my step-mother said he is sometimes saying almost completely retarded things. they arent sure if its because of all the trauma or if he has sustained some sort of brain damage or if hes still suffering from the influences of the 6 week near comatose state they had him in. the ekg's and whatever else all show no damage though so we shall see. it was just awful to see someone who was so strong and free willed be so helpless. it doesnt even seem like im visiting my dad, its almost like im visiting some total stranger.
other than that, the rest of my vacation sucked ass. oh wait, that means the whole thing sucked. i took off quite a few days in order to go to amusement parks with an old friend of mine, only to have her ditch me completely. i called her twice, she tried to call me once (i was so delirious with sleep that when i answered the phone i hit the 'end call' button and hung up, and when i called back 2 minutes later she didnt answer). at any rate, i sat around at my friends house and played a 7 year old video game all week. what a wonderful way to spend my vacation time. bleh.
Wait.. What's a vacation?
oh yeah, and happy belated birthday!!!