Many thanks again to my friend Fadra who is hosting Stream of Consciousness Sundays. The idea is to set a timer for 5 minutes and type. I was able to write much more last time, but I wasn't perched on a hospital bed listening to my Dad's breathing that time. This is a great way to get out anything that you're thinking about, or just jump start your writing(it was both for me this week!)
and the story takes another turn. the week after thanksgiving, after a diagnosis of some Parkinsonisms, my dad fell in the middle of the night. He broke his right femur and his left hip. He had to lay in a hospital bed from Wednesday to Friday with two broken bones. He had two surgeries back to back to fix the right leg and repair replace the left hip. it's terrible. he is so weak and he is getting so confused and now they arent' even sure if he has parkinsons or some other terrible HEREDITARY condition. we are at a rehab hospital facing the possibility of being kicked out because he has developed a urinary tract infection and can't do therapy. hopefully he will tomorrow.
it breaks my heart because he just wants to go home. I leave at night and go home to my family and he has to stay there. its the best place for him, but hes so confused. yesterday morning when he was very sick from the infection he thought i was his mom. that sort of pushed me over the edge. my mom is exhausted, i am exhausted. i am so grateful to my husband for taking care of so much at home so I can be here.
and its Christmas. I love Christmas but the thought of it makes me cry. I haven't done any shopping and I have two children that need me to be able to find my Christmas spirit.
There you have it, 5 unedited gloomy minutes. Moving on.