Hell Week

Alright, so Monday marks the 7th day that dad had been home since his surgery. I survived week one. To be quite honest, it hasn't been as bad as I expected. Probably due to the fact that dad is zonked out on pain killers most of the time. But all in all, this week went by pretty well. 


The day he came home one of his buddies stayed with him because I wasn't able to, and I wasn't really sure what to expect. But when I finally came home and saw him, I realized that he was doing fine. He can still walk and function, but he mostly sleeps because of the pain killers. 


I have to say the first day he was left completely alone was when the funny things started happening. It started Tuesday morning when I was getting ready for school. I was already running late, so I was bustling around the house and dad was just laying on the couch in the living room. Every now and then I would hear "oh, it's ok Sadie...don't worry about me. I'll be fine. Don't feel like you have to call in to check on me....I'll live." "Yup okay dad I'm in a hurry I have to go". I continued getting ready, suddenly I heard a high pitched, off-tone voice singing from the living room: "Alllll by myseeeelffff...don't wanna be, allll by myseeeelffff". Oh lord. Save me. 


Once dad got over his anxiety of being left alone, the texts started.


"hey its dad, pik up brocli and brussel sprouts. garlic slt. thx"


"the cats r playin with my cast ha ha ha"


"can u stop at walmart get my pics and pills. thx"


"how do i order movie on satelite?"


The flurry of horribly misspelled texting seemed to subside after the first few days, now they seem to stick to grocery lists and errands he needs me to do. 


Doing homework is almost impossible unless he is asleep. Every two minutes he calls me to get things for him. I don't understand why he just doesn't ask me to do six things at once instead of calling me six different times to do things like "pass [him] that bottle of water", the one that's sitting two feet in front of him on the table. *sigh*


To conclude, I think this week went fairly well. But I am a little weary as to what will happen when the drugs run out and I cant just put dad to sleep anymore. I have a feeling I may lose my mind. I'll keep you posted. 

Pre-Op

This week is going to be a big week around my house. My dad is going in for surgery on his foot. Alert the media.


Dad needs to get surgery on his foot, don't ask me why because I really dont even know. All I know is that ever since he found out, it might as well have been Y2K or the Apocalypse around here. We have enough food to feed an army....for a year, he got the oil changed on both vehicles, made a list of emergency contacts, got water, gas and propane, and ordered all the movie channels on the satellite. I think its safe to say this is the biggest thing since my birth.


Now, to give dad some credit, the doctors did say that he would be off his feet for a few weeks, meaning he will have to use crutches to get around. But by the way he's preparing you would think they were amputating both his legs entirely. And it doesn't help that dad has never had surgery for anything before. So I don't think he knows what to expect at all. However, I'm sure the doctors would have warned him if he was going to be incapacitated.


I originally suggested that my dad stay with my aunt for the first week, since her and my uncle work shifts and they have two kids, there is usually always someone home; but that idea didn't fly. "I need to be comfortable, I need to be in my own domain so I can heal Sadie". Okay dad. So needless to say I am curious/terrified to see how the next week goes. I have a feeling my phone is going to be going off a lot in class. Sorry for the interruption.

Cat Crazy

This blog post is going to be a little different than the previous posts. The purpose of this post is to attempt to explain the situations my dad gets himself into. Because only someone like my dad would end up in some of the predicaments he ends up in.

Earlier this week dad had to take our cats to the vet for shots or flea treatments or something like that. So he put each cat in a carrying cage and took them both to the appointment. So around 10:00 am I got a phone call from my dad: “you’ll never guess what just happened at the vet”. He proceeded to tell me the story.

He got to the appointment and I guess he gave the cat carriers to the vet and she took them into the back. A few minutes later she comes out and says, “um, do you have any idea why your one cat is bleeding all over herself?” (He didn’t). Well, apparently our one cat isn’t very partial to being locked in a cage, so she took it upon herself to scratch to hard at the cage door, that she ended up declawing herself. Wonderful. So the vet went back to fix her up and give her the shots. Not long after, she came out again. “Your other cat is very aggressive and wont stop biting at the spot where we gave him the shots. We are afraid he might hurt himself.”

So dad came home with two flea treated cats: one with bandages on her paws and antibiotics for the next week, and the other with a cone around his head. This would only happen to him. He takes them in to get treated thinking he is doing a good thing, meanwhile every thing ends up twice as bad and twice as much money/work. Poor dad.

Gone Fishin'

Last weekend my dad went on an ice fishing trip with a bunch of his buddies. A few of them came to our house the day before they left and helped my dad build an ice hut and get everything ready for the trip. The whole thing was a little nostalgic for me because it made me remember all the stuff my dad did with me as a kid.

My parents separated when I was just a baby so I don’t remember what it was like when they were together, but from the time I could comprehend what was going on I knew that my dad would always be there for me. My dad was the kind of guy who didn’t want to be like all the other “weekend dads” who just saw their kids on the weekends and that was it. Every time it was “dad’s weekend” I knew I would be doing fun, constructive things with him. Whether it was building a go-kart, going fishing, swimming, hiking, camping, tobogganing or simply letting me eat ice cream for breakfast, my dad always made the effort to make sure our time together was well spent.

I have a lot of friends who have separated parents. As a kid, when I would talk to them about what they did when they went to visit with their dads most of them would say they just went there and hung around and watched TV. When I went to my dad’s for the weekend, it was an event. My whole family would come over for dinner and we would always do something with my little cousins.

I feel like my dad’s involvement in my life as a kid really made a difference in how I am as a person today. Even though I didn’t grow up living in the same house as both parents, I still feel like I had more of both parents than many people I know whose parents were together.