Monday, June 13, 2005
So I went to work yesterday. It was a pretty average day until the officer showed up. I was called to the office and I was pretty upset. How could I have messed anything up. It had been a slow day so far. I hadn't had the chance to mess anything up yet. Of course, it was a shock to find out that it was because there was police officer there.
Was I being arrested? Had I messed up something on the house? Was I being served some papers?
No. The police officer said that my mother had been trying to get in touch with me. She left me a phone number that I can only assume is her botched up cell phone number. I had to go home and start looking through the directory. I had a pretty good idea what all of it was about.
My father went to the emergency room Saturday night with problems. It turned out that it's concerning my father. They had decided to do some exploratory surgery while I was in court. I'm not sure what they discovered, but it's pretty serious.
I've been through a lot with my father.
Three months ago, he was diagnosed with colon cancer. They went in and then removed the cancer and thought that they had gotten it all. He's smoked most of his life and has only forty percent capacity of his lungs. He had pneumonia a few months ago as well. That's when they found the colon cancer. They gave him oxygen tanks to take home, but he never did use them.
A few years ago, his kidneys quit working. He got to the point that he had retained so much fluid that he had swelled up and started sweating impurities. Eventually, all of his organs would have started shutting down one by one. Of course, the doctor said that he had contracted some kind of food poisoning and that's what knocked his kidneys out. Of course, my opinion is that if he hadn't been abusing them for years by drinking, then he would have suffered from the food poisoning.
Eventually, he took steroids to get his kidneys working again. Unfortunately, the steroids made his cataracts worse. So his vision has not been that great. That combined with his severely reduced hearing makes him scary to ride with in a car. Of course, he never got a hearing aid and only bought over the counter glasses.
I have yet to talk to anyone but a nurse to figure out the situation, but the outlook does not look well. I picked up my brother and sister-in-law at the airport. They grabbed the first flight out of Houston. When I first saw him, he was in surgery and still unconscious. Of course, when we got back from the airport he had been moved to ICU. I talked to him for a little bit.
He held my brother's hand and asked how was his trip. When my brother asked how he was doing, he simply said "bad." It was hard for him to talk. He has a respirator in, so we didn't want to wear him out.
Of course, somebody called a preacher there to speak to him. It's a good thing that he was unconscious. He would have given that preacher a little fire and brimstone right back. It's disgraceful. Some man that didn't know his name yesterday wants to speak at his funeral. He doesn't even call him by the proper name. My father has NEVER been a Charles.
Was I being arrested? Had I messed up something on the house? Was I being served some papers?
No. The police officer said that my mother had been trying to get in touch with me. She left me a phone number that I can only assume is her botched up cell phone number. I had to go home and start looking through the directory. I had a pretty good idea what all of it was about.
My father went to the emergency room Saturday night with problems. It turned out that it's concerning my father. They had decided to do some exploratory surgery while I was in court. I'm not sure what they discovered, but it's pretty serious.
I've been through a lot with my father.
Three months ago, he was diagnosed with colon cancer. They went in and then removed the cancer and thought that they had gotten it all. He's smoked most of his life and has only forty percent capacity of his lungs. He had pneumonia a few months ago as well. That's when they found the colon cancer. They gave him oxygen tanks to take home, but he never did use them.
A few years ago, his kidneys quit working. He got to the point that he had retained so much fluid that he had swelled up and started sweating impurities. Eventually, all of his organs would have started shutting down one by one. Of course, the doctor said that he had contracted some kind of food poisoning and that's what knocked his kidneys out. Of course, my opinion is that if he hadn't been abusing them for years by drinking, then he would have suffered from the food poisoning.
Eventually, he took steroids to get his kidneys working again. Unfortunately, the steroids made his cataracts worse. So his vision has not been that great. That combined with his severely reduced hearing makes him scary to ride with in a car. Of course, he never got a hearing aid and only bought over the counter glasses.
I have yet to talk to anyone but a nurse to figure out the situation, but the outlook does not look well. I picked up my brother and sister-in-law at the airport. They grabbed the first flight out of Houston. When I first saw him, he was in surgery and still unconscious. Of course, when we got back from the airport he had been moved to ICU. I talked to him for a little bit.
He held my brother's hand and asked how was his trip. When my brother asked how he was doing, he simply said "bad." It was hard for him to talk. He has a respirator in, so we didn't want to wear him out.
Of course, somebody called a preacher there to speak to him. It's a good thing that he was unconscious. He would have given that preacher a little fire and brimstone right back. It's disgraceful. Some man that didn't know his name yesterday wants to speak at his funeral. He doesn't even call him by the proper name. My father has NEVER been a Charles.
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