So my father fell five goddamn times the other night, which led to his hospitalization and subsequent surgery. He is doped up to his eyebrows and has been wonky headed for days now.
At what point do I stop worrying that he had a stroke while he was under? That's how my pop died, almost the same timeline of events.
When will my brain cut off and let me sleep more than a nibble at a time? It would be Very Nice Indeed. My allergies/cold are not helping, but maybe the meds my doctor gave me yesterday will.
I cannot save the world. I cannot save the world. I cannot save the world. I cannot save the world. I cannot save the world. I cannot save the world.
I am so sorry to hear about your father. I can't imagine what it must feel like to have to see him go through that, want to help, and feel helpless. Also - unfortunately, you can't stop yourself from worrying... love is a bitch that way. But I bet you are in his thoughts, no matter how wonky, and beneath the medical horrors, he's worrying about you worrying about him too! Hugs!
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry to hear about your father. I'm also sorry that you have to go through this. Of course it's not easy. And unfortunately, you can't stop worrying, because you love him. It's out of your control, all of it. And that sucks!
ReplyDeleteBUT I'm sure that deep within his medicated brain, he's thinking about you too, worried about you, and loving you. HUGS!