Well, first off, I'd like to show you a lucky shot that I got at the Impertinent Daughter's game today. One of our forwards jumped to intercept the ball, and I just happened to click the shutter at just the right moment.

They lost, 5-2, and I have to say, it is the first game I've been to in the five years since the Impertinent One started playing where someone got a red card called on them. A boy from the other team was trash-talking and got frustrated by the lack of response from our kids, so, he decided to up the stakes a bit, and punched one of our guys in the face. Not a smart move, and it not only got him thrown out of the game, it got him thrown out of the complex.
In other news, my dad is improving. I called last night, after giving myself sufficient time to calm down, and got no answer, so I thought, "Okay, Mom must have called 911." I almost called her cell phone, then remembered that she said the battery was dead and it hadn't been recharged yet, so, I called the Practical Sister, knowing that Mom would have called her first. No answer. I called her cell, and got voice mail, which told me her phone was turned off. So I called the Blonde Sister, and same thing. Still, I didn't panic, because I figured, "Okay, Mom called 911, they're at the hospital, and knowing both my sisters, they're in the treatment room
with Mom, so their cell phones are turned off." So... I stopped worrying. Because at that point, it was completely out of my hands, and worrying (which I can do on a monumental scale) would only make my hair fall out faster. So, I went to bed with the cell phone and the land line next to the bed.
Gave it some time this morning, then called Mom, and found out, no... they
hadn't gone to the emergency room last night. And the phones went out for about 3 hours last night. At which point I almost completely freaked out, but she quickly reminded me that the Dangs, neighbors who live two houses down, all had functioning cell phones, and had already told her if she needed anything, to come down, no matter what time of day or night. This did not make me feel better, imagining my unsteady, slightly dizzy mother traipsing down a dark street (they have no street lights yet) to knock on the neighbor's door.
So I said, "But, what about Dad? Is he still in pain? What's going on?"
She made this aggravated sort of noise and said, quite plainly and with great exasperation, "Your father is an idiot!!"
Well, yeah, I kind of knew that, but... what brought this on?
"The doctors told him and
told him, over and over again, when you eat, you cannot lie down! You have to
sit up to eat, and for 30 minutes afterwards, even with this feeding tube!" She nearly snarled. "So, all that pain he was having last night?"
"Yes?"
"It was because he insisted on going straight to bed after I'd fed him, and he wouldn't let me give him the full amount the doctor wanted him to eat. And then it came back up, and he was hurting, and just didn't want to mess with it anymore. And he was in so much pain last night..."
"Wait a minute... he
threw up? Why didn't you tell me this last night?"
"Well, I didn't want to worry you."
o_O!!
"He's much better this morning!" she said sheepishly.
And he is. Want to know why?
The home health care nurse came by this morning and apparently read Dad the riot act where eating and using the feeding tube is concerned. She stood over him after giving him his nutrition through the feeding tube to make sure that he sat up for the entire thirty minutes, glaring at him the whole time.
I'm still laughing as I picture it.
Thing is, he felt so much better afterwards that he didn't go immediately to bed, so while the nurse went around doing all the things that she is supposed to do, checking on meds, checking my mother, etc, he sat up and watched a little TV, did a crossword, and then ate a little more before she left. It might be that one of the reasons his stomach was hurting so much was because it was
empty!Then Mom told me the electric company called and informed her that it could be weeks before they get their power turned back on. They're working on the larger areas without power first, and are having to go house by house. As you can imagine, this did not make me happy. But when I asked her what she was going to do, fully prepared to argue again that she needed to pack herself and Dad up to go stay with the Blonde Sister, she said, "Well, the Practical Sister pretty much got fed up when she heard that, so she went out and bought a large generator for us, and she and D's husband, T, are going to bring it over and hook it up."
"That's great," I said, "But who is going to make sure it keeps running? Who's going to add more gas when it runs out? Because Mom, neither you nor Dad are in any kind of shape to do that, you know that."
She said, "Yes, I do know that. Your Daddy can barely stand on his own sometimes, so no, he won't be messing with it. The Practical Sister is going to come stay with us until the power is back on."
This made me blink, because she had said repeatedly that she couldn't leave D alone. Well, either D is chasing her out, or my sister is in serious need of a break. I'm suspecting answer B.
So, my dad is better, the visiting nurse was supposed to come back this evening, so I'll probably call in a little while to check and see if she did any more glaring (more power to her! My dad NEEDS to be glared at, believe me!). And to see if they've got the generator hooked up yet (they were supposed to do it this afternoon).
I'm just glad he's getting better, though I still would have felt much better if they had called EMS, even if it was just to check him over (which they have done before). Still, all's well that ends well, I guess. I just wish it didn't come with personal heart failure on my part! It's not my
kids giving me grey hair... it's my
PARENTS!*flump*