The world is a cesspool

For the second time in my life, I have been faced with the fact that parents do not live forever. I lost my mother on February 23, 2001, and now my father is in the hospital.

He was admitted on Sunday, and the doctors tell him that if he had not come in at that time, he would have died. He has some weird, flesh-eating type infection in his arm. It was growing at a rapid rate, and yesterday they performed surgery to try and stop it from consuming his whole arm.

The theory of how this happened is a scary thought. My dad vacationed in Florida last week. He went to a water park and played around on the waterslides. Pretty good considering he's 67 years old. Anyway, he fell on some steps and hurt his arm. Someone told him that his arm was bleeding and he went to go clean it up. He said that he only dabbed at it, and then there was no more blood coming out of it. He only thought it was a scratch.

My 7-yr-old nephew informs my dad that he had hurt that same arm on a swing about two weeks ago. The doctors are thinking that what happened was that my dad had a scab on his arm from two weeks ago, and the fall ripped it off. The dirty water then got into the wound and whatever bacteria got in there, is some kind of supergerm.

The results will come back today on what they are dealing with. Meanwhile, my dad is in a hospital bed with his arm in a sling with a drainage thingy(not the correct medical term).

His arm is not stitched back up, because the doctor is going to do surgery again on Friday to see if he can find anymore of this nasty stuff.

My dad is kind of depressed. When they had him in the ICU, he cried some, which is VERY unusual for him. He's always been a tough guy. A hard-working provider for his family and he absolutely hates the idea of being taken care of. This is his first time ever being admitted to the hospital. Again, pretty good for a man of 67 years.

The ICU made him sad because that is where my mother was for 20 days before she died. It doesn't help any that on Sunday his kidneys began to fail and the kidney specialist that came to visit was my mother's kidney doctor. I wasn't there, but they said he started to cry when he saw the man again. The whole thing just brings up so many sad things for him, and I think he thought he was going to die. They told us that he is not out of the woods just yet, but everyday he is getting better. His kidneys are returning to normal, and now that they have done this first surgery, their hope is to find out how to treat him.

I know that he is 67, but I'm not ready to lose him. That sounds old, but it's not really. I've been riding an emotional roller-coaster for days now.

Besides the fact that my dad is sick, I'm realizing that I come from a dysfunctional family. In short, my sister is judgmental, and the other members of the family feed off of every word she says. She does not like Scott, and has even toyed with the idea of investigating him to see if he really is who he says he is. I've cried many tears over this one. My brother is kissing my sister's butt and now him and his family are deciding that Scott is not the one for me. The general idea is that I can have Scott OR my family but not both. This is not fair.

I could go on and on about that one, but I won't. I think back to what my mother always said...if you can't say something nice about someone, don't say anything at all. I know we've all heard this one, but it's true.

My mother would be so pissed at my sister and brother for doing this to me. I keep praying everyday for her to slap 'em up side the head, but I'm not sure good spirits can do that.

Eh.

I'm so tired.

-lata

eating: nothing
hearing: The Price Is Right
reading: my refresher math book
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Wednesday, Oct. 12, 2005 at 10:13 a.m.
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