My dad lost his lower half of one leg in the Vietnam War. Lately, as he gets older and has put on a ton of weight, it keeps getting infections. A lot. They have wanted to put him in the hospital so they could get it cleaned up but my dad has refused - a lot. I don’t blame him for not wanting to go in the hospital for an extended stay, but at some point you have to do what is best for your health. My brother called today to say he took my dad to the clinic and he finally agreed to go in. But they can’t get him in for like another two weeks and I am positive that by then my dad will have changed his mind. He also called me himself later and graphically described what they plan to do - which, medical things I did not need to hear.
Then my mom called to say she had fallen down and broken her wrist. My sister went and took her to the ER. They said she broke her arm in two different places. Thankfully the bones are still aligned which means a cast will probably do the trick. She is wearing a splint until the swelling goes down and then she will see a doc about a cast. The Nephew called her on the phone while she waiting for my sister to pick her up and she told him she had broken her arm. He was a little freaked out to hear his grandma in that much pain.
The kicker of all this is how it happened. She was out walking her dog and someone had their two dogs (a puppy and an adult) out for a walk Not On A Leash. So her dog tries to go over to see the puppy and she is restraining him from that and in the meantime, the adult sees this as aggression or whatever and tries to attack my mom’s dog, knocking my mom over in the process. The neighbors pulled all three dogs off each other and helped my mom up, but come on… they were out walking their dogs not on a leash, which is totally illegal and unsafe! My sister was adamant that my mom report it to the police, as was my cousin who is a vet tech and the nurse at the hospital. Thankfully, at least, my mom’s dog is okay.
I also found out that my aunt had to put her dog to sleep today. It was a rescue dog who had been abused and it had severe aggressive issues but she worked hard with the dog to get it under control. Lately, as the dog was getting older, the aggression has come back. She tried to attack my cousin, who specializes in working with abused dogs and knows how to approach and subdue aggressive behavior, and even she couldn’t do anything for this dog. With her grandkids spending the summer with her, my aunt decided there was no other choice. But we are sad for her.
So, yes, the phone rang all day with updates on all of these things.
On the upside to the phone ringing all the time, in the last two days I have gotten to have good long talks with some people I hadn’t in awhile - my little brother (we usually only talk about whatever is going on with my parents but we actually talked about some stuff going on in his life this time. He has been following the twitter of some guy who is walking across the US as a homeless man to see how many people are willing to help homeless people. He talked about that. I talked about Misha Collins. Who is surprised?), The Nephew (who wanted to know if we were having a party for my sister’s birthday and then tried to talk me into having one so he could come. We settled on him, The BFF, my sister, myself, cupcakes, sleepover, movie watching and he finally agreed that was sufficient), my friend D (the one who lives out of state and that I haven’t talked to since April) and Kevin (who I have literally been playing phone tag with since the beginning of May).
I called Kevin yesterday to tell him that his ladies need to be watching “Bunheads” because it is by the maker of Gilmore Girls and it has dancing in it. They are all fans of both those things. It premiered tonight on ABCFamily, so I will be watching that during my breakfast tomorrow. The Gilmore Girls and dancing - who is shocked that I am watching this show? No one? Thought not. Kevin called me back to say that his girls would all want to watch this show but they weren’t home and he didn’t know how to program the DVR. I mocked him endlessly for his tech-illiteracy. All I could think of was Wolverine trying to work his cell-phone.
In final news, The Nephew has requested that I write him another story. I told him only for Christmas and his birthdays but then, sucker that I am, I agreed to an end of the summer/going back to school story for him in a few months. (“Can you write me just one more story? It can be about whatever you want.”) This kid seriously needs to be reading all the fanfic but as we all know, most fanfic is not fit for kids. How hard would it be to start a trend where people write kid-specific fic? It could be a new subgenre and there could be a fic-for-kids community and stuff. The Nephew needs it, you guys!!
Well, that was a long-ass post but I guess that is all for a few days.