It must be frustrating reaching an age when you are no longer treated like adult, but rather you are bossed around as if you are 10 and a really doltish 10 year old at that!
My father-in-law turned 70 yesterday- Sunday, November 11. Unfortunately he celebrated this momentous birthday in the quiet confines of a hospital room.
You can’t make me stay here….
The normally opinionated, independent, sprightly gentleman you see suffered a mild stroke three days ago and against his wishes has had to remain hospitalised, because even though he feels better the rest of us are not so sure. He decided to take matters into his own hands yesterday packed up his belongings, changed his clothes and headed out the door with two nurses dragging behind him. When my husband got to him he was brushing off a security guard and the two nurses because he had reached the gates (three blocks from his room by the way) and was heading out of the compound and was prepared to walk home. After some coaxing and cahjoling he went back to the hospital and His children, their spouses and his girlfriend have had him on constant vigil ever since.
Say my name why don’t ya! 🙂
Now to be honest this is all good stuff, because this means he is getting back the ole fighting spirit and very soon he will indeed be able to leave the hospital. I really dislike hospital myself so I understand how he is feeling i have been petitioning on his behalf to let him go home with a nurse. While I was doing my part of the vigil his doctor breezed in to do her rounds. A bright and bubbly woman who enthusiatically greeted and hugged him happy birthday and then proceeded to grill him with very easy question the easiest of them was ‘who is this young lady sitting here? what is her name?’ To which my father-in-law looked at her as if she was nutty and glibly says (okay I may have spelt that wrong) ‘that is my daughter-in-law and she comes from Trinidad.’ To which the Dr responds ‘oh that is lovely, but what is her name?!’ And then he renamed me ‘Eve’. LOL.
So it is safe to say a few more days under observation couldn’t hurt. We are excited by his improvement and say Thank God that it was really quite mild. Everything happens for a reason they say, because as unfortunate as it is him being in the hospital has rallied the family together and we all have been spending more time together and with him.
That said I am off now to do my sit down time at the hospital. have a great week!