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kukla_tkoToday was exciting, and also exciting, and then... it got exciting...
Today Papa had his surgery. I got the call at work that things went well. The valve was repaired not replaced, I don't have a cyborg for a father.
He was responsive very quickly, and out-breathing the ventilator.
YAY!
As visiting hours are 10 minutes at a time during about six times a day, I wanted to sneak in and say "Hi" during the window at 6:30 pm.
My coworkers were very gracious and let me go early.
(to the tune of "Sailing, Sailing..."
Driving, driving, driving to see my Pop...
BONK.
A guy hits me from behind with his company truck!!!!
We were on 40 and traffic was stop-and-go (turns out there was a *gasp* accident about a mile up, and everyone had to LOOK. Grumble grumble...)
I was hit really hard, and I am certain of my whiplash. Dammit!
The gu
y and I pulled over, did the thing, and I was still eager to see Papa, so I went straight to the hospital.
I park and go in, and the ladies at the info desk tell me that I haven't missed my window of opportunity!
See, rules don't actually apply to my father. Traffic laws, natural laws, hospital policies.
Nah.
He's in a category all by himself.
I got to peek in on him, he was awake. From what I could tell, he was lucid, too. He still had his tubes, so he sure LOOKED like a cyborg. And there was the facial expressions (priceless) hand guestures to me, my StepMom and the nurse who was taking very good care of him. He was also kind of wiggling, trying to get comfortable. Sue indicated that he always has somewhat restless feet, but was (by her tone) a little disturbed by the slow-motion interpretive dance going on.
Oddly enough, it seemed pretty normal to me. My father doesn't really hold still well unless he's doing something that takes his whole attention or is sleeping. This recovering in bed thing is going to drive him NUTS. He was adjusting his position (by himself), moving his own pillow (which gave that sweet nurse FITS) and although I am sure he's ready to remove those obnoxious tubes, when asked this he gave an answer which was clearly:
"Nah, I don't care." Facial expression, hand guesture *and* a shrug. Snerk. I think they were expecting him to be doing the "blink once for yes, twice for no" thing.
The nurse was really nice and seemed to be amused by my father's communications. I wanted to tell her that he makes just as much sense when he can talk, but it just didn't seem to be the right time for that.
I also figured that this was not the time to tell my StepMom that I had been rear-ended on my way in. I will tell her later, when Papa is breathing on his own and able to talk. I will need her help recovering from the accident.
Of course, there's a hefty insurance settlement coming up pretty soon. I wonder how that will go? My bumper is shoved-in, and I am not well, so that sounds like money to me. We'll see what my agent has to say.
Oh.
And since I didn't want to bother with getting a police report (and neither did the other guy), he offered me a WRITTEN, SIGNED STATEMENT indicating his own fault.
His insurance agency is going to be pissed, but I bet my agent will be thrilled.
Off to cuddle with my heating pad and have a little chat with my back.
Today Papa had his surgery. I got the call at work that things went well. The valve was repaired not replaced, I don't have a cyborg for a father.
He was responsive very quickly, and out-breathing the ventilator.
YAY!
As visiting hours are 10 minutes at a time during about six times a day, I wanted to sneak in and say "Hi" during the window at 6:30 pm.
My coworkers were very gracious and let me go early.
(to the tune of "Sailing, Sailing..."
Driving, driving, driving to see my Pop...
BONK.
A guy hits me from behind with his company truck!!!!
We were on 40 and traffic was stop-and-go (turns out there was a *gasp* accident about a mile up, and everyone had to LOOK. Grumble grumble...)
I was hit really hard, and I am certain of my whiplash. Dammit!
The gu
y and I pulled over, did the thing, and I was still eager to see Papa, so I went straight to the hospital.
I park and go in, and the ladies at the info desk tell me that I haven't missed my window of opportunity!
See, rules don't actually apply to my father. Traffic laws, natural laws, hospital policies.
Nah.
He's in a category all by himself.
I got to peek in on him, he was awake. From what I could tell, he was lucid, too. He still had his tubes, so he sure LOOKED like a cyborg. And there was the facial expressions (priceless) hand guestures to me, my StepMom and the nurse who was taking very good care of him. He was also kind of wiggling, trying to get comfortable. Sue indicated that he always has somewhat restless feet, but was (by her tone) a little disturbed by the slow-motion interpretive dance going on.
Oddly enough, it seemed pretty normal to me. My father doesn't really hold still well unless he's doing something that takes his whole attention or is sleeping. This recovering in bed thing is going to drive him NUTS. He was adjusting his position (by himself), moving his own pillow (which gave that sweet nurse FITS) and although I am sure he's ready to remove those obnoxious tubes, when asked this he gave an answer which was clearly:
"Nah, I don't care." Facial expression, hand guesture *and* a shrug. Snerk. I think they were expecting him to be doing the "blink once for yes, twice for no" thing.
The nurse was really nice and seemed to be amused by my father's communications. I wanted to tell her that he makes just as much sense when he can talk, but it just didn't seem to be the right time for that.
I also figured that this was not the time to tell my StepMom that I had been rear-ended on my way in. I will tell her later, when Papa is breathing on his own and able to talk. I will need her help recovering from the accident.
Of course, there's a hefty insurance settlement coming up pretty soon. I wonder how that will go? My bumper is shoved-in, and I am not well, so that sounds like money to me. We'll see what my agent has to say.
Oh.
And since I didn't want to bother with getting a police report (and neither did the other guy), he offered me a WRITTEN, SIGNED STATEMENT indicating his own fault.
His insurance agency is going to be pissed, but I bet my agent will be thrilled.
Off to cuddle with my heating pad and have a little chat with my back.
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Date: 2004-12-18 10:01 pm (UTC)Hmm
Date: 2004-12-19 04:43 pm (UTC)I have one and am going to see him ASAP. I also intent to get all my chiropractic care for FREE for the foreseeable future.
And yes, the truck will be paid for. And not by me.
call me
Date: 2004-12-19 01:54 pm (UTC)