He's home!!!

Just a quick update to let you know that my Dad came home on Friday!!  He is doing just okay.  He hasn't improved much and looks like a fragile older man.  It is really sad and I'm hoping that he strengthens back up and gets stronger and stronger.  He has lost 25 lbs.  He is going to the doctors tomorrow so maybe they will be able to do something for him.

I have been SUPER busy with him and Grande and Tall are leaving on Thursday together for college!  They are both going to the same college for the first time!  Grande went to a community college for 2 years and so now him and Tall are heading out together.  Their college is only an hour away but I can't imagine going from 3 kids to 1!!  It is going to be difficult and Short is going to miss them as well.  I have been running around trying to get everything they need and that is a task in itself because everything I have to get 2 of everything....my checkbook is being emptied by the minute!  It took me awhile to get their student loans figured out and I think that is all set.  Whew.....one of these days I will be able to take a breather!

Trying to prepare myself for Thursday....keep me in mind and know that I won't have a dry eye all day.....

Truly Humbled....

When I started blogging it was because I love to write and express myself...plus I thought someone somewhere might actually enjoy reading about all of my adventures.  Never did I think that this blog would connect me with people that are genuinely concerned about my well being and that would honestly and truly make a difference in my life.  From being there for me when I messed up Venti's HAIRCUT 2 days before he got married....or when I mistakenly CUT my dress for the Wedding.  All of your kind and encouraging comments about my Dad mean so much to me!  I read every single one and reading each one has lessened my guilt that I was feeling thinking that I was the one that was responsible for him falling.
I do believe that it was God's plan that I stopped to say hi so that I was there to help him when he fell.  I did not know the dog was going to run so therefore it was not my fault.  It was a horrible thing to watch and I still can't get the image out of my head but I have learned to not have that sinking feeling of guilt when I think about him.

He is still in the hospital.  It has been a week and a day and he hasn't really improved much.  He is having double vision, he get confused about things, he can't speak a whole sentence and he has no appetite and is hardly eating anything.  We are doubting the care he is receiving (or lack of) and I am calling tomorrow to speak to the Social Worker about it.  He was on Morphine every 2 hours for the pain in his head but that didn't touch it.  Now they have him on Dilata which is a narcotic too and as soon as they give it to him, he is knocked out which is somewhat good because then he can rest but I'm not sure if that is good for him or not.  They did another Cat Scan this morning and we didn't hear what the results were yet.  Every day we are hoping and praying that he will be better.  Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers!

On a positive note, my Mom who had broken her leg (or so we thought) went today to have her cast redone because a doctor in the hospital just happened to look at it when he came in to see my Dad and told her that her cast wasn't on right (it was put on by her Podiatrist because he is a friend of hers!).....so she went to an Orthopedic Surgeon today and he took the cast off and said that it was the worse cast he has ever seen and was even going to save it to show as an example of a "bad" cast....they did an x-ray and here it isn't even broken!!  She left cast free and is able to drive which is wonderful because now she can take herself back and forth to the hospital which she is so happy about because she feels like she is an inconvenience (even though she isn't!)....my Dad actually smiled when she told him that they took the cast off!!

Thank you again for being such wonderful friends.  Hugging you all!!!


My Dad and Mom at Venti's Wedding

My Poor Dad.....

My parents live beside us and their house sits on top of a hill.  On Wednesday I was coming home from work and he was standing on the top of his yard with my sister's 9 month old Weimaraner dog (who is out of control and doesn't listen and they are watching him while she went on vacation).....so I put the window down to say hi and to ask how my Mom is because she broke her leg and had just gotten the cast on 2 hrs prior....he said she was good and that she got a green cast and then all of a sudden the dog started running down the steep hill....my Dad wouldn't let go of the dog so he ran with him down the hill (very fast) and ran all the way to the street where he then tripped on the curb and smacked down into the street face first. I watched the whole thing in horror and couldn't do anything to stop it. He was knocked out for 10 minutes...the ambulance came and took him to the hospital and I rode along.
He has a bleed in his brain, a hematoma on the right side and his shoulder separated from the leash pulling him. He is still in the ICU and not doing very good. Plus he has 14 stents in his heart which is worrisome....I feel like its my fault that it happened because I stopped to talk to him. Plus my Mom is in a wheelchair because she broke her fibula bone so the cast is full leg.

My Mom called my sister who was on vacation and they drove straight home from Florida and got home at 4am to pick the dog up.

None of us wanted my parents to watch the dog because he is really hard to control but my sister said she couldn't find anyone else to watch him.  The dog is so bad that my nephews have to "sit" with him during the day while she is at work to make sure that the dog doesn't do anything bad in the house.

Everyone says that its not my fault but I can't help but think that it is.  If I would have just went home and not stopped to say hi then maybe the dog wouldn't have did that and he wouldn't have fallen.

I can't get the image of him falling out of my head and I feel terrible for putting him in the hospital. I am really sad and depressed that I did this to my poor Dad.