Tracey's strength
I could make this a serious post about how strong Tracey is because I truly have not known another person to be as strong as she is; however, I think I will go with the humorous side about her strength of being cautious......
We went to visit Dad in the hospital. He wanted me to bring his bag and his medicine. I argued a bit with him on the phone about the medicine because I know the nurses give you the medicine you need. They always ask what medicines you are on before you go into the hospital. But I knew I was losing that argument with the determined old man, so I figured I would bring them and ask the nurse before giving them to him. Tracey was not happy about this at all. She too knows that Dad can get very determined when he is on pain medication, and he doesn't always see reality as it is. I basically told her not to shoot the messenger-me.
As we approached the floor Dad was on, Tracey stopped me and said, "Let me check that bag. We have to see what is in there...we do not know what Dad is going to do, under the influence of pain killers." I let her check the bag (feeling as though I was a part of a search I do at school quite often-put on the gloves, go through the backpack, etc...I'm checkin my old man for drugs and dangerous tools in his bag that could be used-oh boy). Everything was fine with her, except again, the sticking point was the medicine.
Luckily Dad agreed the nurse could see the medicine...apparently they wanted us to bring it in (do you think the hospital could have called us, instead of allowing a man under the influence of drugs to try to explain it to us???)The nurse had to see what high blood pressure medicine he was taking, and they did take it so he could have it there.
Tracey finally talked Dad into agreeing that he didn't really need his bag yet, so we could bring it home. He did mention that his lips were dry and I remembered seeing chapstick in his small bathroom bag so I asked if he wanted that. Of course I turned to Tracey and said, "Surgeon general, is that okay with you?" Tracey also allowed him to keep his book to read, but she wouldn't agree to the razor and I can see why-he didn't even need it in the hospital.
It was kind of a funny position for me....there I sat between the lulloo on drugs who was looking for all kinds of security from home to feel better (razor, medicine, his clothes, etc) and the cautious daughter who knew exactly what Dad would and could do if given the wrong materials to work with for a day or so.
Good heavens....I hope I have a spot in heaven......
We went to visit Dad in the hospital. He wanted me to bring his bag and his medicine. I argued a bit with him on the phone about the medicine because I know the nurses give you the medicine you need. They always ask what medicines you are on before you go into the hospital. But I knew I was losing that argument with the determined old man, so I figured I would bring them and ask the nurse before giving them to him. Tracey was not happy about this at all. She too knows that Dad can get very determined when he is on pain medication, and he doesn't always see reality as it is. I basically told her not to shoot the messenger-me.
As we approached the floor Dad was on, Tracey stopped me and said, "Let me check that bag. We have to see what is in there...we do not know what Dad is going to do, under the influence of pain killers." I let her check the bag (feeling as though I was a part of a search I do at school quite often-put on the gloves, go through the backpack, etc...I'm checkin my old man for drugs and dangerous tools in his bag that could be used-oh boy). Everything was fine with her, except again, the sticking point was the medicine.
Luckily Dad agreed the nurse could see the medicine...apparently they wanted us to bring it in (do you think the hospital could have called us, instead of allowing a man under the influence of drugs to try to explain it to us???)The nurse had to see what high blood pressure medicine he was taking, and they did take it so he could have it there.
Tracey finally talked Dad into agreeing that he didn't really need his bag yet, so we could bring it home. He did mention that his lips were dry and I remembered seeing chapstick in his small bathroom bag so I asked if he wanted that. Of course I turned to Tracey and said, "Surgeon general, is that okay with you?" Tracey also allowed him to keep his book to read, but she wouldn't agree to the razor and I can see why-he didn't even need it in the hospital.
It was kind of a funny position for me....there I sat between the lulloo on drugs who was looking for all kinds of security from home to feel better (razor, medicine, his clothes, etc) and the cautious daughter who knew exactly what Dad would and could do if given the wrong materials to work with for a day or so.
Good heavens....I hope I have a spot in heaven......
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