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Yesterday and Today
Apr. 23rd, 2007 03:25 pmI forget. Is that a Beatles reference or what?
Anyway, I made it out to see my dad yesterday. I almost made it all the way to Manchester okay, but had a terrible tipping-attack just before the Auburn exit, so I pulled onto the offramp and then spent fifteen or so minutes guessing my way to downtown Manchester. I called my sister-in-law and got directions to the nursing home from where I was - which was by the hospital where my dad was before.
Turns out, the road the hospital is on is pretty much the road I would have ended up on if I'd stayed on the highway until the correct exit. Just follow the same road over to the next town (Bedford) and the nursing home is on a little road off of that, just a couple miles from the hospital.
It's a busy road: the hospital is there, my dad's apartment is on it, the nursing home is just off of it and the Condo development where my brother lives is just a little further down that same road.
Enough. So I went and saw my dad. He actually seemed to wake up and be marginally aware of me a few times. Not really responsive as such, but it seemed like there was someone home now and then. He was making noises like he was trying to talk. I'm trying not to get my hopes up too high. Apparently, his right carotid (sp?) artery was completely blocked and his left partially so. There's naturally massive damage on the right side of the brain which is why he can't use his left hand at all.
Anyway, after a while my brother showed up and invited me for lunch with him and his wife. It's hardly comfortable. Richard is fourteen years older than me. He moved out before I started first grade, so I really never got to know him.
The it was time for the drive home. I had no desire to get back onto the highway when I was still shaky from my earlier attack, so I planned a route to avoid it - taking smaller highways and back roads all the way. Between my earlier exit and the roundabout trip home, I added about fifty extra miles. But it was worth it as I suffered only a few minor attacks. Actually, I seem to be getting worse about those. I had a small one on the way home today on a road I drive five times a week. If it continues to worsen, I will have to see a doctor about it. If they can't help me, I'll have to give up driving altogether - horribly inconvenient.
Anyway, I made it out to see my dad yesterday. I almost made it all the way to Manchester okay, but had a terrible tipping-attack just before the Auburn exit, so I pulled onto the offramp and then spent fifteen or so minutes guessing my way to downtown Manchester. I called my sister-in-law and got directions to the nursing home from where I was - which was by the hospital where my dad was before.
Turns out, the road the hospital is on is pretty much the road I would have ended up on if I'd stayed on the highway until the correct exit. Just follow the same road over to the next town (Bedford) and the nursing home is on a little road off of that, just a couple miles from the hospital.
It's a busy road: the hospital is there, my dad's apartment is on it, the nursing home is just off of it and the Condo development where my brother lives is just a little further down that same road.
Enough. So I went and saw my dad. He actually seemed to wake up and be marginally aware of me a few times. Not really responsive as such, but it seemed like there was someone home now and then. He was making noises like he was trying to talk. I'm trying not to get my hopes up too high. Apparently, his right carotid (sp?) artery was completely blocked and his left partially so. There's naturally massive damage on the right side of the brain which is why he can't use his left hand at all.
Anyway, after a while my brother showed up and invited me for lunch with him and his wife. It's hardly comfortable. Richard is fourteen years older than me. He moved out before I started first grade, so I really never got to know him.
The it was time for the drive home. I had no desire to get back onto the highway when I was still shaky from my earlier attack, so I planned a route to avoid it - taking smaller highways and back roads all the way. Between my earlier exit and the roundabout trip home, I added about fifty extra miles. But it was worth it as I suffered only a few minor attacks. Actually, I seem to be getting worse about those. I had a small one on the way home today on a road I drive five times a week. If it continues to worsen, I will have to see a doctor about it. If they can't help me, I'll have to give up driving altogether - horribly inconvenient.
