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.