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Gloom cookies and stabs of grief
Mar. 29th, 2003 04:24 pmDoctor to seal: your father is stable, but is having a slight depression, it is quite normal under the circumstances.
Seal to doctor: I have talked to him a lot and he sounded normal, what has happened?
Doctor to seal: well, he refuses to use his oxygen tube when he is up walking, and he also refuses to do his breathing exercises with his inhaler. Also he has been giving the nurses a hard time when they try talking to him. Perhaps you could talk to him?
Seal: (thinking, not saying to doctor) ...Praise be, it sounds as if he's getting better..he sounds normal again. No more mushiness.
(actually he made a nurse walk out of the room crying, and my mom bought the whole nurse team cake, so they wouldn't just secretly relieve him of the oxygen tube altogheather...)
I talked to the old man and he told me he would do something drastic to himself or the room if my mom didn't leave him be for a while. I talked to mom and made her cry. Yay for diplomatic missions. She called me cruel like my dad. (and some other things in her opinion similar to him, none of them including being good at chess..) If this was a film I would laugh my ass off.
I did laugh a little after the conversation actually, probably sounding moronic, because the simple truth is that he is getting better, although one could think otherwise viewing this trauma. In a weeks time my nursing and EQ skills will be ultimately tested as well.
And I cried this morning at work. (5 hours saturday shift). Tv is always on somewhere, news, swedish, american and british, a horrible difference in presentation sometimes, I can tell you that...
There was no way of erasing the sight of that terribly mutilated child crying, I wasn't prepared for it and now I can't drop it.
Today I am reading 500 pages and making notes, and I'm thinking: YES this is actually exactly what I want to dig into and forget the world.
Also: Shrimp dog is evidently shedding her milk again, lowering her snout in gloom, whimpering and dreaming about those kiddies she'll never have. Yet another female, broken hearted by the state of the world...(but loved into utter stupidity by her human family).
Seal to doctor: I have talked to him a lot and he sounded normal, what has happened?
Doctor to seal: well, he refuses to use his oxygen tube when he is up walking, and he also refuses to do his breathing exercises with his inhaler. Also he has been giving the nurses a hard time when they try talking to him. Perhaps you could talk to him?
Seal: (thinking, not saying to doctor) ...Praise be, it sounds as if he's getting better..he sounds normal again. No more mushiness.
(actually he made a nurse walk out of the room crying, and my mom bought the whole nurse team cake, so they wouldn't just secretly relieve him of the oxygen tube altogheather...)
I talked to the old man and he told me he would do something drastic to himself or the room if my mom didn't leave him be for a while. I talked to mom and made her cry. Yay for diplomatic missions. She called me cruel like my dad. (and some other things in her opinion similar to him, none of them including being good at chess..) If this was a film I would laugh my ass off.
I did laugh a little after the conversation actually, probably sounding moronic, because the simple truth is that he is getting better, although one could think otherwise viewing this trauma. In a weeks time my nursing and EQ skills will be ultimately tested as well.
And I cried this morning at work. (5 hours saturday shift). Tv is always on somewhere, news, swedish, american and british, a horrible difference in presentation sometimes, I can tell you that...
There was no way of erasing the sight of that terribly mutilated child crying, I wasn't prepared for it and now I can't drop it.
Today I am reading 500 pages and making notes, and I'm thinking: YES this is actually exactly what I want to dig into and forget the world.
Also: Shrimp dog is evidently shedding her milk again, lowering her snout in gloom, whimpering and dreaming about those kiddies she'll never have. Yet another female, broken hearted by the state of the world...(but loved into utter stupidity by her human family).
