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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Same shit, different day...like it makes a difference.
So I was ok today with the fact that I had some makeup work for my Math and English classes. I come home and my dad seems in an ok mood. I was happy, he was decent, my brother (aside from being sick) was happy. It was a good day. Then my dad explains to me HIS day.

If I didn't feel like a dick before when my dad talked about how horrible his life was, well, I'm feeling like the goddamn package right now. Herepes included.

Ok, so my dad is paralyzed from the waist down. Long story shory, he had a back sugery, something went wrong, he went in walking came out in a chair. Well, he goes to the docs about once a month, or about every three weeks. Today was his doctor day. Here's the fun part. My dad has pressure wounds on his butt and back. Well, these wounds are almost healed, I think one or two are closed, he's got three. Well the doctor or should I say, god's (Ha ha *snort*) prick of a helper, dug the wound on my dads back (that he can feel) deeper. It was healed, but now it's a gaping hole in his back. Well if that wasn't enough, it took forever to get my dad OUT of the hospital.

Oh wait, there's more. My papa (yes my papa) was driving my dad home. He took him there and was bringing him back home because no one else can. Well something happened and my papa had to slam on the brakes really hard. Oh, before that, my dad sits in our van in his wheelchair. It's to difficult to get him in a seat and then back out. Well like I said papa slammed on the brakes and dad slides right out of his chair. Only his sholders and half of his back were still on the chair. His wound, that the 'doctor' had dug into, scraped against his chair and started to bleed. And my papa couldn't get my dad back in the cair. So he had to drive all the way from the docs to my house, have Kathy (our house cleaner and cook) help him get my dad back up in his chair. THEN! As my dad was getting out of the van the lift that gets him up and down BROKE! My dad can't get into his chair now because of the wound, can't get in the van because the damn lift is broken, and he's depressed.

How was you're day?
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