Good news on two fronts

My dad is out of ICU! That is so great. He is off the ventilator. He can talk. He knows who we are and what is going on. He exercised for two hours in bed by himself without anyone telling him to. He is going to get well!

My mom is stable. Her psychiatrist refused to change her meds to turn her back into a zombie. My sister did not have her declared incompetent.

Life is such a relief.


My dad said my name. He also told me to “Go home” (to rest), “Leave,” and “Go away.” I tried to explain to him that at the first “Go home” that I was leaving in an hour. Then I told him that I would leave in half an hour. Four minutes later he told me to go away again. I told him if he would say “yes” that I would leave. So he said yes.


My dad talked today. 96 hours after his stroke.

Thank you, Jesus.

I hate drama.

I hate that my sister told my husband yesterday that she could have my mother declared incompetent.

I hate that this sister is treating my mother as my father treats my mother. My sister is not my mother’s husband. She is her daughter.

And my father may have helped to do the one thing he absolutely did not want, since he gave my sister his power of attorney and guardianship.

My dad had a stroke.

At 8 pm last night my father had a stroke.

Since he had been diagnosed with an inner ear infection, that is all he thought he had. He fell down. My mom helped him up and, with her walker, took him to the bedroom. He decided he wanted to go to the bathroom and fell into their sunken tub, giving himself a concussion.

He threw up.

He wouldn’t let my mother call an ambulance since apparently my mother loves ambulances. He did let her call my sister, who immediately hung up and called 911 for my dad.

They recognized at the hospital immediately that he had had a stroke. But since he’s on medicare it took them three hours to get him approved and transferred to the hospital to which he needed to go. They would not let us pay for the ambulance to get him there faster. It all had to be Medicare approved. (And people want universal healthcare. Are they crazy?)

He was supposed to have surgery, but they put it off until tomorrow.