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There and back again
Jul. 3rd, 2024 07:01 pmExecutive summary: the bug and I flew out to Montana last Friday, set up 1/2 a bathroom and 1/2 of a different bathroom for the needs of a heart surgery patient, got the patient home, carried around some heavy things and then (mostly I) spent more hours than you would believe on organizing pills and prescriptions. Much of this in a house with a covid-positive person and many cobwebs. Then we came home as soon as possible, getting caught halfway and staying an extra night, but finally being home again.
But it's longer than that because if there's one thing I have Big Feelings about, it's the state we were visiting. And of course my dad. Cobwebs and things. At least the old curmudgeon decided, after the surgery, to let me help him, which he was dead set against before.
( Cut for length, and big feels that may or may not come through )
I'm not DONE with the whole endeavor. I'm still the one making sure all the prescriptions happen, not to mention finding a treadmill installer, and I think my days of blissfully keeping my phone on silent are over. Also I really can't deny it, the generational control dynamic just flipped and I don't know if it will un-flip.
The bug was absolutely amazing -- not only did he do all the things listed above and more, he put up with my dad and the covid risk and did everything I asked, while forgiving my snippiness and petting my head and telling me I was doing a really good job. It was ridiculous, and I'm beyond appreciative. He knows I'm onboard for something similar for his parents someday but still. I could never have done so much with just one person or, personally, held myself together without him. And as for me... I'm sure I did the right thing by going out there, and I'm sure I was hella effective. Kind of in East Coast mode sometimes ("kind but not nice") but I think they understood I felt responsible and had a job to do.
Might have more to say later, if you can believe that, but now it's time to go flump in my own bed.
But it's longer than that because if there's one thing I have Big Feelings about, it's the state we were visiting. And of course my dad. Cobwebs and things. At least the old curmudgeon decided, after the surgery, to let me help him, which he was dead set against before.
( Cut for length, and big feels that may or may not come through )
I'm not DONE with the whole endeavor. I'm still the one making sure all the prescriptions happen, not to mention finding a treadmill installer, and I think my days of blissfully keeping my phone on silent are over. Also I really can't deny it, the generational control dynamic just flipped and I don't know if it will un-flip.
The bug was absolutely amazing -- not only did he do all the things listed above and more, he put up with my dad and the covid risk and did everything I asked, while forgiving my snippiness and petting my head and telling me I was doing a really good job. It was ridiculous, and I'm beyond appreciative. He knows I'm onboard for something similar for his parents someday but still. I could never have done so much with just one person or, personally, held myself together without him. And as for me... I'm sure I did the right thing by going out there, and I'm sure I was hella effective. Kind of in East Coast mode sometimes ("kind but not nice") but I think they understood I felt responsible and had a job to do.
Might have more to say later, if you can believe that, but now it's time to go flump in my own bed.
