The Battle Begins!
Monday, December 19th, 2022 09:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snoozefestaudioDad was even weaker today... still refusing to eat the pureed food for the fifth day in a row, claiming to have no appetite.
He seemed on the verge of death, and was talking as if he thought death was not far off... asking if I knew where all his important document were at home.
I called the head of nursing and left a message again, this time articulating the fact that he's been starving, and dehydrated for five days now, and somebody keeps turning the heat off in his room, so that it's always 66F or 64F when I visit.
But she didn't call back before I went to work, and as I started my shift I thought... maybe this is just how it ends for Dad.
Maybe he just starves to death at a rehab facility because a speech therapist didn't want him to choke on solid food... even though he was never at any risk of that.
And because nobody would hear me or call me back.
Could I call 911?
Dad needed to at least be on and IV, to prevent him dying, but they weren't giving him one.
Would EMTs in an ambulance be stopped from taking him out of Strive and back to the hospital?
On the group text, my siblings were floundering... with the fear that the worst might happen... here at Chrismas, when nobody was ready to fly back. They were assigning me homework, and throwing out all kinds of suggestions.
Try this thing! Call that person! Here's a link to something!
Brian... the loser brother who lives nearby, and won't visit Dad, called Strive and got some random PCT on the phone who told him she'd talk to Dad, and let a nurse know about the problems.
He was like, "CJ says shell take care of it! See! All it takes is some communication you guys!"
I almost puked, when I read that.
I said, "She's bullshitting you!"
Brian didn't like hearing that. He was like, "All I get on this thread is negativity! I will not be adding to the discussion any more!"
Yeah, GOOD! FUCK YOU! Go back to your drumset and make more instagram videos where you play and sing Kareoke to Boomer music, Brian!
But don't... like go visit Dad in person or anything!
Your talent (he's 60) is too precious to be wasted on the negativity that you might feel seeing your father on his goddam death bed!
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But long about 6:30, I got a call from Shonda... who is a colleague of Janice, head of nursing.
Janice had the day off today, but did get around to listening to her voice mail.
Janice emailed Shonda, and Shonda was now calling me to say they weren't aware that dad was starving or dehydrated or that somebody was turning the heat off in his room... and he was being given an IV later tonight to get his strength back, and they'd pay attention to the thermostat in his room from now on.
I explained the whole problem with the liquid diet, and how I wanted him back on solid food, and she said they'd "reevaluate his diet" tomorrow... but also that she'd talk to me in person there tomorrow at 2PM.
So... yes, Brian, Shonda could be bullshitting me!.. But I got her to commit to seeing me in person tomorrow... when I'm gonna visit dad... Brian... in person, at the building where he is, Brian!
My sister Sheila also agreed to help me out tonight, and she's gonna call Dad's general practitioner tomorrow morning to let HIM know what's going on, and request that Dad be taken back to the hospital to get stabilized.
But she's gonna give him my number to get the firsthand story.
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So, with any luck, I'll be talking to the GP, and Shonda, and possiby even Janice tomorrow, and playing them off each other... with the goal of getting dad back to the hospital... TOMORROW!
And then, once he's back there, I have to argue for solid food!
That's... kinda the plan! Get Dad out of there and back to the hospital by ambulance... and then from the hospital... get him discharged home with home care to follow up!
But we'll just keep fighting this battle for as many days as it takes, because fucking Strive nearly KILLED him, in the first five days after their cheery discharge meeting!
And my useless brother Brian can go fuck himself!
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I did get a start today on Seven Clubs, which spans from July 30th, to August 5th, and therefore covers Lugnasadh, or... as I called it last summer, Lugh's Day, on August 1st.
I'm using the same image of Lugh I found online last August, here, as a template for creating my own Lugh, for the deck, and this is how far I got today...
I'm gonna keep the spear and the sling, but lose the frilly border jazz, in favor of my own background.
I will keep the halo around his head, but it will incorporate clubs into it... and... there will be other stuff, like crickets, and maybe a baguette to give a nod to Lamas (Loaf Mass) the Catholic version of the midsummer holiday, on August 2nd.
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Also, today, while walking Yvette in the morning, I remembered that back in 2021, when I was painting the side porch, I'd bought a deck of playing cards to keep on a little bookshelf I bought for out there... to hold a few interesting books and board games... thinking the porch could be a fun place to hang with people once it was fixed up.
So I brought that deck upstairs, and... it had not been opened!
Bee, playing cards... was the brand name... bought at the local bodega down the street.
I opened it and saw that... sure enough!.. out of the box, the order of the suits is, Spades, Hearts, Clubs, and Diamonds! Same order that I assumed would make sense for Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.
SO... I pulled up the Ace of Spades and have it sticking out of the top of the box... on a high shelf where the cat's can't get to it!
And this Bee, deck, will serve as my real life playing card calendar this year... as I work on my own graphical version.
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He seemed on the verge of death, and was talking as if he thought death was not far off... asking if I knew where all his important document were at home.
I called the head of nursing and left a message again, this time articulating the fact that he's been starving, and dehydrated for five days now, and somebody keeps turning the heat off in his room, so that it's always 66F or 64F when I visit.
But she didn't call back before I went to work, and as I started my shift I thought... maybe this is just how it ends for Dad.
Maybe he just starves to death at a rehab facility because a speech therapist didn't want him to choke on solid food... even though he was never at any risk of that.
And because nobody would hear me or call me back.
Could I call 911?
Dad needed to at least be on and IV, to prevent him dying, but they weren't giving him one.
Would EMTs in an ambulance be stopped from taking him out of Strive and back to the hospital?
On the group text, my siblings were floundering... with the fear that the worst might happen... here at Chrismas, when nobody was ready to fly back. They were assigning me homework, and throwing out all kinds of suggestions.
Try this thing! Call that person! Here's a link to something!
Brian... the loser brother who lives nearby, and won't visit Dad, called Strive and got some random PCT on the phone who told him she'd talk to Dad, and let a nurse know about the problems.
He was like, "CJ says shell take care of it! See! All it takes is some communication you guys!"
I almost puked, when I read that.
I said, "She's bullshitting you!"
Brian didn't like hearing that. He was like, "All I get on this thread is negativity! I will not be adding to the discussion any more!"
Yeah, GOOD! FUCK YOU! Go back to your drumset and make more instagram videos where you play and sing Kareoke to Boomer music, Brian!
But don't... like go visit Dad in person or anything!
Your talent (he's 60) is too precious to be wasted on the negativity that you might feel seeing your father on his goddam death bed!
But long about 6:30, I got a call from Shonda... who is a colleague of Janice, head of nursing.
Janice had the day off today, but did get around to listening to her voice mail.
Janice emailed Shonda, and Shonda was now calling me to say they weren't aware that dad was starving or dehydrated or that somebody was turning the heat off in his room... and he was being given an IV later tonight to get his strength back, and they'd pay attention to the thermostat in his room from now on.
I explained the whole problem with the liquid diet, and how I wanted him back on solid food, and she said they'd "reevaluate his diet" tomorrow... but also that she'd talk to me in person there tomorrow at 2PM.
So... yes, Brian, Shonda could be bullshitting me!.. But I got her to commit to seeing me in person tomorrow... when I'm gonna visit dad... Brian... in person, at the building where he is, Brian!
My sister Sheila also agreed to help me out tonight, and she's gonna call Dad's general practitioner tomorrow morning to let HIM know what's going on, and request that Dad be taken back to the hospital to get stabilized.
But she's gonna give him my number to get the firsthand story.
So, with any luck, I'll be talking to the GP, and Shonda, and possiby even Janice tomorrow, and playing them off each other... with the goal of getting dad back to the hospital... TOMORROW!
And then, once he's back there, I have to argue for solid food!
That's... kinda the plan! Get Dad out of there and back to the hospital by ambulance... and then from the hospital... get him discharged home with home care to follow up!
But we'll just keep fighting this battle for as many days as it takes, because fucking Strive nearly KILLED him, in the first five days after their cheery discharge meeting!
And my useless brother Brian can go fuck himself!
I did get a start today on Seven Clubs, which spans from July 30th, to August 5th, and therefore covers Lugnasadh, or... as I called it last summer, Lugh's Day, on August 1st.
I'm using the same image of Lugh I found online last August, here, as a template for creating my own Lugh, for the deck, and this is how far I got today...
I'm gonna keep the spear and the sling, but lose the frilly border jazz, in favor of my own background.
I will keep the halo around his head, but it will incorporate clubs into it... and... there will be other stuff, like crickets, and maybe a baguette to give a nod to Lamas (Loaf Mass) the Catholic version of the midsummer holiday, on August 2nd.
Also, today, while walking Yvette in the morning, I remembered that back in 2021, when I was painting the side porch, I'd bought a deck of playing cards to keep on a little bookshelf I bought for out there... to hold a few interesting books and board games... thinking the porch could be a fun place to hang with people once it was fixed up.
So I brought that deck upstairs, and... it had not been opened!
Bee, playing cards... was the brand name... bought at the local bodega down the street.
I opened it and saw that... sure enough!.. out of the box, the order of the suits is, Spades, Hearts, Clubs, and Diamonds! Same order that I assumed would make sense for Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall.
SO... I pulled up the Ace of Spades and have it sticking out of the top of the box... on a high shelf where the cat's can't get to it!
And this Bee, deck, will serve as my real life playing card calendar this year... as I work on my own graphical version.
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