OK my five readers here's an update on my life. I have had a lot going on and with the end of the year coming ever so closer I feel I owe it to get you up to date. So the last time I was here I was all fine. I guess I am still fine but now I have a little more messed up stuff going on in my head and in my life but hey, who the hell doesn't? Right?
First off, my father has been living with me and my family for about 5 years now in our basement and to be honest it's been OK for the most part. But if anyone one of my readers either lives with their parents or has their parents live with them, then they know what the hell I am talking about. It's completely different when you're growing up. Your parents were the end all be all of life as you knew it but as an adult you have had experiences that allow to become the person that you are. Your experiences are not your parent's experiences and you don't do things the exact same way as them even if you do do some things like them.
Parents and most people don't get the fact that if you do something your way that is NOT their way, it's not necessarily the wrong way. Of course that actually gets me to another subject entirely and I will hold off on that, for now.
Anyway, this past year has been really hard with my dad because he just seems to be getting restless with living with us but honestly he has no where else to go. I know I just sounded like a major bytch right now but it's true. I feel bad for him and really cut him a lot of slack but let's face it, I am not the one that squandered all my money away and now I can't afford to live on my own. We all have to take responsibility for our decisions and our choices. I mean isn't that one of the lessons that our parents teach us?
So, as an only child, I have taken on the responsibility of taking care of my dad. Like I said he had been getting on my nerves so what do I do? I sent him on vacation. Not what you were expecting me to say uh? He's been complaining about where we live which is not where I grew up. I grew up in San Antonio, Texas and that is a lot different than Boulder, Colorado. So I sent him home. Only for a week. I gave him the option of when he wanted to go and where he wanted to stay. I thought a week in San Antonio would allow me to get away from his constant complaining about everything and I would have some time with just my family to relax. Does that happen? No. Two-thousand dollars later, that includes airfare, hotel, rental car and money to play with for a week what do I get? I get a phone call every damn day with him B&C about everything from the weather to the traffic.
He needs his own bytch blog.
Anyway, a week later he comes home, complaining about all of the stuff I heard about when he was on vacation. "Damn, San Antonio was so hot the devil had to go back to hell to cool down." That was his favorite line. He said that every time he talked about San Antonio. He was only back a week when something completely random and tragic happened. He had an accident.
One night while me and my family were out my dad fell down a flight of stairs. I was only gone one hour! When I got home there was blood on the wall and I knew something was very wrong. I rushed downstairs to find my dad on the bed moaning. As I got closer I saw he wasn't moving. I called out to him to see if perhaps he was just sleeping but he didn't answer. He was dressed all in black so I could not see anything out of place.Then I closer. I saw his right eye was completely swollen shut and there was a lot of blood on his face. I was in a panic. I didn't want to shake him but he was not responsive. My heart sank to my feet. I felt my heart break and I all I could think of was him dying. I yelled out to my husband to call 911. For the first time in my life I saw my dad as an old man. He was lying in his bed, covered in blood and he looked frail and weak. The tears swelled up in my eyes and could not imagine life without him.
I couldn't tell you how long it was before the paramedics showed up. I just sat next to him, asking him quesitons and hoping I would wake up from this nightmare. After awhile I heard footsteps upstairs and new the paramedics where here. Six large men all wearing different uniforms walked into the living room area of the basement. Two where police officers, two were the paramedics and two were firemen. Don't ask me why eveyone and their brother were sent but they all showed and honestly I was happy they did. All these authoriative men wearing their respective uniforms offered me a comfort of help when I felt helpless. The paramedics gathered around my father and started talking to him. He didn't respond.
I don't mean to do this in two parts but I have to. Come back and I will post the second half.
Until next time...to be continued...
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