Thursday morning came and went without much fanfare. That is a miracle in a number of ways. The greatest of all was that Dad's lung didn't collapse. We were prepared for it to as it has for the last 3 years each time it gets a chance. But this time it didn't. I even parked on the other side of the hospital anticipating leaving from an in-patient room as has always been the case. Lucky for Dad and me, Lori was relieving me at noon and was able to take him home (and me to my car) instead of pulling a shift of doctor watching.
That's pretty remarkable. The other part of that whole miracle conversation is that we've had snow and ice every day except Thursday. So we managed to get Dad to the hospital and back home safely.
Mom is loopy today. Sometimes it's hard to tell though if she is really loopy or just trying to carry on a conversation when she isn't able to judge her surroundings. I take her to the Doc tomorrow for an eye test (seems odd since she is legally blind) then to get lab work done and then back to work.
I'm not looking for sympathy but I sure am tired of people whining about their situation when they've no idea how good they have it compared to me. To only have 1 seriously ill aging parent and a parent who can caregive would be a blessing. To have only 1 aging but pain-in-the-butt still living independently parent would be a blessing. But we all seem to think our own predicament is the worst. Ours is probably as bad a scenario as it can get -- my doc told me that much when discussing her own mother's death from Alzheimer's. But we dodged a bullet with my dad being released rather than admitted last Thursday. When you have 2 parents who need 24/7 care, life is hell. When those 2 parents are in 2 different places, it is inexplicably hard.
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