Family Drama

This is the second time I am writing this by the way. PNN is messing with my posts.

A few weeks ago, my sister called telling me that my mom was going to the doctor because she has been having headaches a lot. She had a shunt placed in her head two months after I was born and I suspected that this was causing her the headaches.

The next day, my sister called and informed me that my mother was in the ER waiting for tests to be done. I was in the middle of my rotation and I assumed that all would be well.

I called again and she was still there but the doctors were not revealing anything. As much as I wanted to rush home and be with my family, all I could think about was that I had two weeks left inmy rotation. I was reluctant to take days off and make them up, but family is family.

I waited another day and left Sat morning because they were supposed to release her Fri night. Sat came and she was still in the hospital. When my fiance and I arrived, I knew something was wrong neurologically. This person was not my mother at all. She was confused and kept repeating questions. She had no balance and had to be physically escorted to the bathroom. Her short term memory was gone and she could not look up without physically lifting her head.

To make matters worse, my father was being his usual difficult self. He was refusing to have them operate until they found her old records from 25 years ago. Mind you, records can be thrown out after 6 years legally. She had the first surgery done at the present hopital and the revisions done at another hospital, but none of the records were available.

He refused to listen to the doctors or anyone else. It was the worst feeling to watch your mother in the hospital bed while trying to reason with someone who was acting like an irate five year old.

Shit really hit the fan when dude tried to come at me for wearing jeans with a ripped knee. I wanted to yell and scream at him. The same day that my mom was waiting to find out if her husband would give her consent to have a surgery that she needed, he was worried about my fashion choices.

To make a long story short, he let her have the surgery and she is doing much better. She is home now and I came home after my rotations were over to help her out at home and show her my OT skill.s

But needless to say, I lost a lot of respect for my father. You can rip into my clothing choices or call me names but NEVER NEVER mess with my mother.