Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Better, but still hard

Dad was supposed to have his second carotid artery surgery today. It got cancelled because the lab work came back that his white cell count was too high. Well, duh dipshits, he has cancer. However, the anesthesiologist let it slip to step-mama that his white count is exactly what it was when they performed the other surgery. Um, yeah. Perhaps not info that said anesthesiologist should have told my step-mom because that gave her the necessary shove to piss her the fuck off. She takes a lot of shit and both she and my dad will bend backwards 18 times to accomodate everyone else, but I guess this finally lit a fire under her ass and she let the doctor have it. I say good for her. Doctor Fuckhead is lucky I am not there. He'd have known the true definition of bitch with a large vocabulary with which to use curse words effectively and with great verve.

Dad is in fab spirits. I am glad for that. It just makes me sad that he is there all by himself in an icky sterile (let's hope) hospital room. Granted, my step mom stayed until late but still. Dad does not do well by himself. Case in point, step mom went to Europe with her mom and sister one year. I thought my sister and I were going to have a race to see who offed the old man first because he took to standing at the bottom of our stairs going "Girrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrlllllllllllllsssssss, what are you doing? I'm loooooooooooooooooooooooooooonley."

I shit you not.

Granted, he meant it in jest and got a sick thrill of annoying the ever-loving shit out of his teenage daughters who would have sooner worn parent approved clothes than hang with the Dad for the night. But I was thinking about that tonight after I got off the phone with him. He truly does not like being alone. He hates it in fact.

If you hear of a man in Arizona being committed because he stood outside his hospital room in his back open gown flashing what I can only assume is old man ass to the world yelling "Nurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrses, what are you doing? I'm borrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrred," yeah, that's my Dad.

Are you beginning to understand the layer upon layer of dysfunction from which I sprung forth?

Yeah, thought so.

Labels: Family

Elizabeth at 10:49 PM

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at 11:08 PM Monogram Queen said...: YOu had me at the "old man ass" part. Seriously I hope your Dad gets better. Cancer sucks,it's hard to deal with but if you have hope....
at 2:43 AM Sheri & SuZan said...: Yes...dysfunctional families are best! (but really, is there any other kind?)
at 9:30 AM Fuzzball said...: Your dad and my dad should totally hang out.

I like to say that our family puts the "fun" in dysfunctional. Heh.
at 10:09 AM Tammy said...: Your dad cracks my shit right up. Now I see where you get it. :)

Hope he gets out of said hospital soon.
at 10:30 AM Kami said...: He sounds like a big fruitcake. Like you. Like my kid. :)
at 10:42 AM Unknown said...: Awwwwww...I was cracking up picturing him at the bottom of your stairs until I pictured him with his hospital gown open in the back at the nurses station...then I was rolling on the floor.

Here's to hoping all is going well on his end...
at 11:38 AM Cat said...: Aww, I hope he gets to leave that Hospital soon. They suck!
Okay, off to go get the image of your dads old ass in the gown out of my memory!

Take care!
at 11:56 AM Platypus said...: Your Dad sounds great! What's that old expression about the apple not falling far from the tree? Now we can see where you got it from! ;)
at 2:13 PM Me said...: That was a great visual though of your Dad. ;)
at 8:22 PM Dixie said...: Glad to hear your dad is in good spirits!

Thanks for the visual!
at 12:04 AM Melanie said...: My dad can't stand being alone either. Maybe it's a man thing? Sorry you are going through all this.