It's a beautiful day... Clear crisp blue skies, honey colored sunlight breathing warmth against the chilly earth as a cold breeze plays invisible tag with everything it touches. I can sense the coming of Spring, so close yet still so far away. It's almost like a whisper, ever so faint but you know you can hear it. Though everything within my shadowed being yearns for its presence, a part of myself remains incredibly still; guarded against too much excitement for the future. For I sense it will be bittersweet.
As you may recall, my Dad finally went from the hospital to the rehabilitation center. He was on a new medication specifically designed for the Hepatic Encephalopathy (High Ammonia Levels in the brain acting like Dementia), he was stronger than he had been the first time he was there... I honestly had hoped he would bounce back, even if it was just a little.
Yesterday the Rehab center sent Dad to VA Loma Linda's ER because even They were having a hard time with him.
The doctors are confused as to Why he remains confused even when they've dropped his Ammonia Levels down to normal. So this time, they're running an array of tests to truly find out what the hell is going on. A CT scan was scheduled for last night as soon as he was admitted, they've also (Finally) got their Liver Specialists involved and they are going to find out what is really causing this. Honestly, I think it would be absolutely Fantastic if were nothing more than a simple bladder infection (they can cause all kinds of crazy in elderly patients). But I fear that may not be the case... They have mentioned Hospice more than a few times, which generally means the patient has 6 months or less...and considering his condition and the severity of his confusion on top of the frequency in which it keeps occurring...
Like I've said, Spring will be bittersweet.
*takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before taking a hefty drink of her coffee*
We'll take it one day at a time and do the best we can with the cards we're dealt. Why fight the tide when you can roll with it?
*gives a small smile, but the humor doesn't reach her eyes*
Another update is my brother being able to assess Eleanore's physical condition. Despite the fact that she's about as broken as I am, she's running better than she has in quite some time. Both my Big Brother and Grandpa Mike helped ease her discomfort by bringing her idle back down to normal. The throttle was worked on enough that it barely sticks like it did (so much easier to cruise now ^_^) and my brother is awesome for Macgyver-ing the headlights back up so they actually land on the Road ahead and not Beneath her huge front end. But I've learned that I've gotta be careful goin' on the freeway from now on because when she gets to a certain speed, she feels like she's going to fall apart. Also, the Carb that they 'fixed' and just replaced because there was a crack in the original... It's not big enough. So a few things here and there need to be brought up to speed, which in parts alone aren't generally too bad except for a select few which will be pricey... I am grateful for my Brother and Grandpa Mike's help.
Now...Enjoy some Waffle Goodness!!
*smirks* And on that note, I'm going to have me s'more coffee and keep my spirits up. Yay for distractions O'Doom ^_^
-Adieu
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