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so off i went to dad, looking forward to seeing him for the first time for ages without him having toothache.
(i took him to have some major dental surgery at the hospital last week which was traumatic for him to say the least.)
aaaaggghhh! his face was covered in livid bruising and swelling down one side and across both lips!
and it wasn't connected to the dental extractions ...
he thinks he fell in the street yesterday.
at least this time his nose and glasses remained intact - and i suppose he doesn't have as many teeth left now to knock out ...
'did you have your stick with you?' i asked, knowing that he's recently lost two of them.
'it was probably the bloody stick i tripped over,' he replied.
yes, he still has his wicked sense of humour in spite of everything ...
lg came home from school and said they watched this video today and it made the kids really sad.
it feels appropriate to post the link here.
i had intended to try to fiddle with my template and get it back to how it was (don't like change!).
if i'd got it right, i would have been afloat on the sea of ultimate smugness.
somehow it doesn't seem important now ...
tuesday, march 04, 2008
debi and her dad. part 11
9 comments:
shame, poor dad. may woodworms feast on the stick that made him fall. hopefully while he is asleep, or doing whatever it is a man of his age does ;)
sweet and sad, that video.
sometimes we need a little shake to bring things back into perspective, it's just a shame your dad had to get himself hurt.
mine's still hanging on but hasn't a clue what's going on anymore. he calls my mum margaret (her name's sheila) and thinks his mum is living with them. he can't walk, eat or drink without help, and has no bowel or bladder control. it's very sad and as harsh as it sounds, i do wish it would just end, for his sake and mum's.
saaleha - truth is he probably didn't have the stick with him.
leslie - yes indeed.
sharon - so sorry to hear this - and i do understand exactly where you're coming from.
oh your poor dad. you must worry so about him. i empathise, completely.
ab van - having an elderly parent means you live with a constant low level of anxiety which get boosted to the max with ever-increasing frequency. (i think you know that too.)
it's poor dad i feel for ...
walking tightropes betwixt oldies and teenagers...yep, i remember it well.
but you love them all to bits and there's really no choice but to keep walking...and one day, you're suddenly on the ground and you're very glad you did it.. after all...
i hope your dad's ok debi!
jan - i'm still walking the tightrope but the possibility of falling off is constant.
cfr - thanks. it all feels a bit touch and go ...
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