The last few days have been terribly hectic and emotionally draining. I just wish that I could make my dad all better. He's still in the hospitial. They transferred him 50 miles away from my home to a bigger, more advanced hospital on Saturday. I stayed up there until late yesterday and had to come back home to do some laundry and spend some time with my children.
Dad isn't doing good at all and is set for surgery to scrape his lungs tomorrow morning. I'm going to get some things done around here and go to their farm and feed the animals before spending the night up there tonight and the next few days. I hope this surgery takes care of the fluid, which they say has turned to a putty like substance caked onto his lung walls.
I've turned into a rather blunt person, which I usually am not. The nurses there are forgetting to get him medicines, prolonging his discomfort, and so on, and it's making me irritable. He couldn't catch his breath the other night and we pushed the nurses call button and no one came in for 10 minutes.... so I went out and searched her down and told her exactly what she needed to do and that I wanted it done now. Thirty minutes later, after he had his medicine and got his oxygen back on, he was sleeping comfortably. Yesterday I confronted a nurse about forgetting his pain meds just before I left. I feel awful for becoming this angry and confrontational person, but they keep making his pain worse than it needs to by forgetting things and delaying things.
I'm about to have a meltdown.