Well, I know it’s been a while but I’ve been so freakin’ busy!! So I’m gonna go back to Christmas. I didn’t decorate in any way this past year. The only thing Christmas-y in our house were the cards we received. I worked on Christmas day. I was also lucky enough to get a few hours off because we were dead. At 4:30pm, I was allowed to leave work for the remainder of my shift. I can’t tell you how happy I was because even though we didn’t have anything up to signify the holiday, I was making one helluva holiday meal.
Around 4:35 my house phone rang. It was my dad and he started off by apologizing for calling me while I was working. I explained I was finished and could tell by the tone of his voice that he had been crying. I asked what was wrong and he told me his stomach was killing him. It wasn’t the same kind of pain he had experienced a year previous while living in Florida. He had been hospitalized that time for about a week. I asked where my brother Dan was and he said he was asleep. He didn’t want to wake him. Really Dad? I’m 1200 miles away! What the hell am I gonna do from here??!!
After listening to dad, I told him I’d call him back in a few minutes. I then called my youngest daughter, who was living within 5 minutes of dads house and demanded she go there immediately. She called me after she got there & was waiting on the ambulance. Long story short, pop’s bowels exploded on Christmas day. They did emergency surgery and removed 10 inches of his intestines. I flew home to NJ the day after Christmas and was in the ICU unit, next to my dad, seeing how he wrote my name in 1 inch block letters even though they were sedating him into a coma like state, by 1 o’clock the following afternoon! It was the first time in almost 20 years my husband and I were not together for New Years!
I was in NJ for 19 days. 19 very difficult days with nothing but hours upon hours to think. Think about the fact that this is my only living “parent”. He’s been my “father” since I was 9. He’s only 9 years older than me (ironic that my mom was 8 years older than my dad!). He met my mother with 2 kids at the age of 18 and he built a life with all of us. He was not my “biological” father but he was my “dad” in every other sense of the word. Think about the fact that on New Years Day, my younger brother, my fathers only “biological, living son”, had “our” father moved to a hospital that was/is not as nationally accredited as where he was now, AND 30 minutes further away!! Our father has just been diagnosed with pneumonia and we had NO SAY over this!!! I almost flew home to Florida that day!! And to top it all off, I STILL have the texts that bitch at me for not being at the new hospital that was further away. If he was still at the 1st hospital, I could have been there in 10 minutes and there would have been more people to help stay with him because he would have been closer.
I’ve told my dad that if he doesn’t implement a living will and a regular will, I refuse to fly home in the event something happens again. I will never again feel that helpless when it comes to making a decision in the best interests of a loved one. Especially when all he repeated was, “Don’t let me die!”. My husband and I have already discussed what we should do in the event of the demise of the other. I know it sounds morbid but it’s one of life’s nasty necessities.
That’s one of the reasons you haven’t heard from me. The other is that I was fired during this time of duress with my family. I even contacted my supervisor and offered to configure my dads computer so I could work from HIS home and I’d go to the hospital at night, after my shift but nooooo…they fired me. And Florida is an “at will state”. I was also hired for seasonal, temporary help. Not much I could do. I did get them to change my rehire status because I’d kept in touch with my supervisor.
The other reason is because after 10 years of working from home, in a call center environment, I had a very close friend of the family recommend me for a job where she works, outside my home office!! I started on a Monday at 9am and was supposed to be “shadowing” someone. That someone called out of work. I was answering the phones by 11am. They had staff calling me to test me on a variety of things and the owner loved how I handled everything!!! Within 2 weeks, I was promoted to call center supervisor. I’m on a “probationary period for 90 days” and after that, I’m “hoping” to be offered a salaried position. Roughly 60 days to go! I almost have a full staff. Being in charge and making these kind of business decisions is a new experience for me, but I’m bustin my rump and lovin it!!
The only thing I don’t like is the stairs. There’s one of those “automated stair climber” chairs but it takes 12 minutes —-ONE FRIGGIN WAY!!! By the time I got to the bottom, I’d have to head back up and go without lunch!!!! LMAO! No thanks! However, at this rate…..my thighs better start looking like Jillian Michaels’ within a few months after 102,462 trips a day up & down the stairs!! LOL
Saturday is my Friday and Sunday is my Saturday. Did you get that?? LOL Hell, I confused myself!! That’s what happens when you have polish blood running through your veins! Especially when you have Irish too and it was recently St. Patty’s Day!! Bottoms up!!
So….there you have it. That’s why I haven’t been around. I have a few half written blogs but I need to find time to get around to them. I just wanted to say ~ Heyyyyyy!!! How YOU doin?? I also want to take just a minute to say “Thank You Sooooo Much!!!!!” if you’re a https://www.facebook.com/TwistedFcukery/ follower!! And for the record, this one took me 2 hours to write. It’s bedtime. Hope to be around more often!! Sweet Dreams!! XXOO