First, condolences to my friend Bonnie who lost her dad to CHF on Wednesday.
Mom had a really bad day yesterday. She called Bob in the afternoon with her eviction and not having any money story. Bob called me to let me know. I called dad to see what was going on. Apparently that had been going on all day. I called mom’s psychiatrist to let him know things were not going well since it had been almost a week on her new medicine regime. I called dad to let him know he had an opening for 2:15 Friday and I was not coming over there. I went on to the Y from work. When I got home about 6:25 mom had just called here once and hung up. Bob tried to call back but the line was busy. That’s because, I later found out, she was calling Frances on her cell phone at work. She then called Bob back just before I got home again pleading with him to tell me to call her when I got home. No, I did not call nor did I hear anything more from them. Frances and I talked when she got off work at 8pm.
We dodged yet another weather event again last night and this morning. Temperatures stayed just above freezing by the time I needed to leave for work for the precipitation to be just rain. There was a little bit of snow on the natural areas. I got to work at 8 and left at 1:15 to go pick them up. Dad was going too so we could tell the doctor everything that had been going on. Thankfully he suggested putting her in the hospital. He treats his hospital patients at a hospital in Thomasville, about thirty minutes from here. While he called to do a direct admit we headed over to the apartment to get clothing and personal items for mom then off to Thomasville we went.
We got her settled in and left there at five. I called Frances to let her know what was going on and told her I would call when we got back to Winston to see where we wanted to meet for dinner. When we got out of the car at the restaurant dad gouged his badly swollen leg on the car door. There he stood on the sidewalk bleeding while I was trying to get it stopped with a wad of Kleenex A very nice lady, who turned out to be a nurse, held it to his leg while I ran down to CVS, just a couple of doors down in the strip mall where Cloverdale Kitchen is, to buy a roll of gauze. About that time Frances showed up. The lady wrapped his leg with the stack of Kleenex to staunch the blood flow until Frances could get dad to the hospital which is just around the corner from there.
I called Bob and told him I what had happened and I was heading home. I tell you what, Frances and my life is one big frigging mess!