The bad stuff.
Feb. 25th, 2003 10:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
osarabaBesides all this good stuff, everything's really been up-and-down on a day-to-day basis. I hadn't mentioned it before, but apparently at some time during the last stay in the hospital, my father had a heart attack (and hadn't realized), so now his heart's in poor condition. His eyesight has been getting worse, probably because of the mild blood thinner he's been taking since the end of January for that blood clot that he had, so now he can't really see to do his work. He's taken this week off as vacation after an eye-doctor appointment last week (for laser surgery), but if it doesn't help, he's probably going to go on half-pay for a few months, and then on to retirement. At least it isn't an early retirement 'cause he's just turned 62.
On Wednesday, that same night that Angelica and Louie came over, my father had been having chest pains -- my mom was at a late meeting, and we called her to let her know. She wanted us to call and ambulence/bring him to the hospital, but he wouldn't let us do that. It was really weird -- not knowing if he was having a heart attack or what (diabetics may not know they're having heart attacks because diabetics' sense of touch/pain is dulled from the disease). Not to mention that Angelica and Louie were there, and supposed to be sleeping over.
Eventually, my mom came home, and I explained stuff to Angelica and Louie, saying that I'd completely understand if they wanted to leave (to go back to Angelica's house which is a short bus-ride away, as opposed to Louie's house, which is in the Bronx, whereas I'm in Queens). They said it was up to me, and I said I'd like them to stay, but only if they wanted to...
Does that seem callous? I told my mom that if we were going to bring my father to the hospital, that was one thing, but if we were just going to stay home and wait, then I'd rather have my friends there -- rather than just sit with nothing to do and ruminate over if my father's going to die tonight or not.
In any case, all this prompted my mom to actually get in touch with a notary public who could make a house call over the weekend in order to notarize my father's and mother's wills (which we'd downloaded from online and filled out during my father's hospital stay at the beginning of the year, but never had notarized). So on Saturday night, Angelica came over after she finished work and my mom's friend Paula came over to act as the two witnesses to the notarization. It took about half an hour. What a relief, though, that it's done.
It hasn't been easy lately; my father's bad health, my mom's completlely stressing out over my father and her own work deadlines...
::sigh::
On Wednesday, that same night that Angelica and Louie came over, my father had been having chest pains -- my mom was at a late meeting, and we called her to let her know. She wanted us to call and ambulence/bring him to the hospital, but he wouldn't let us do that. It was really weird -- not knowing if he was having a heart attack or what (diabetics may not know they're having heart attacks because diabetics' sense of touch/pain is dulled from the disease). Not to mention that Angelica and Louie were there, and supposed to be sleeping over.
Eventually, my mom came home, and I explained stuff to Angelica and Louie, saying that I'd completely understand if they wanted to leave (to go back to Angelica's house which is a short bus-ride away, as opposed to Louie's house, which is in the Bronx, whereas I'm in Queens). They said it was up to me, and I said I'd like them to stay, but only if they wanted to...
Does that seem callous? I told my mom that if we were going to bring my father to the hospital, that was one thing, but if we were just going to stay home and wait, then I'd rather have my friends there -- rather than just sit with nothing to do and ruminate over if my father's going to die tonight or not.
In any case, all this prompted my mom to actually get in touch with a notary public who could make a house call over the weekend in order to notarize my father's and mother's wills (which we'd downloaded from online and filled out during my father's hospital stay at the beginning of the year, but never had notarized). So on Saturday night, Angelica came over after she finished work and my mom's friend Paula came over to act as the two witnesses to the notarization. It took about half an hour. What a relief, though, that it's done.
It hasn't been easy lately; my father's bad health, my mom's completlely stressing out over my father and her own work deadlines...
::sigh::
