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I wanted to vote, but...

I was in Roanoke til 9:30pm tonight.

Sunday morning I get the call. My brother, waking me up out of a sound sleep, telling me that my father's in the hospital. I thank him for calling, and then spend the next several hours trying to wake my bleary mind up from the poor sleep I got fighting with the cats for possession of the couch. I had a horrible snoring episode that night, so I made a martyr of myself and fought the cats for the couch so J & K could get sleep.

So, I call my dad and say "What in the hell are you doing in the hospital, old man?", because, well, that's how we are to each other. And he replies, "Suffering the consequences of my misspent youth." whereupon I replied "Yeh, right. pull t'other one with the bells on" and he confesses, "Well, okay, it's because I'm an asshole.", to which I wholeheartedly agree. Turns out his Raynaud's Disease has progressed to the extent that the tissues at the ends of his feet are dying due to lack of blood flow and they're expecting to amputate.

So I call my manager and ask for a couple of days off, and call my therapist to cancel Monday night's appointment, and I take a flying trip back to Roanoke on Sunday night. J and K stayed behind to keep the home fires burning, and for J to go to a couple of interviews. My brother Mike and his wife Jen come down and we all sleep at Momma's place. There was a bit of drama when Momma found out that the pump for the inflatable air mattress required 12 hours of charging before use, and even more drama when Jen rolled over in her sleep and knocked out the plug for the air mattress and she and Mike wound up on the floor.

I saw Dad Sunday night and stayed with him til about midnight. He was in the hospital bed with a wire thingummy to hold the sheet up and away from his feet. I asked him what his feet looked like and he invited me to look for myself. I lifted the sheet and recoiled in horror, hollering "SHIT!!FUCK!!DAMN!!" His toes were *black* and the toenails were peeling up. It was totally repulsive. Kids: this can be one of the consequences of smoking. If you thought emphysema was bad, this is totally worse. It is *seriously* gross.

So Dad went in for surgery today to amputate most of his right foot. I stayed long enough to get the report that he came through surgery okay and was expected to be in the recovery room for about an hour to 90 minutes. So I left Roanoke at 6pm and got home at 9:30, and I've got work tomorrow. I expect to head back down this weekend, leaving Friday night and coming back sometime Sunday. I'll call Pops tomorrow and get the blow-by-blow of the surgery he won't be able to remember.

And to add insult to injury, I wasn't able to get back to Manassas in time to vote against the marriage amendment to the VA constitution. Which won, by the way. Grrrr. And the politicians supporting it have the brass monkey balls to claim that it won't affect heterosexual unions. Horse. Shit. Read the full text:

'Question: Shall Article I (the Bill of Rights) of the Constitution of Virginia be amended to state:

"That only a union between one man and one woman may be a marriage valid in or recognized by this Commonwealth and its political subdivisions.

This Commonwealth and its political subdivisions shall not create or recognize a legal status for relationships of unmarried individuals that intends to approximate the design, qualities, significance, or effects of marriage. Nor shall this Commonwealth or its political subdivisions create or recognize another union, partnership, or other legal status to which is assigned the rights, benefits, obligations, qualities, or effects of marriage."? '

That's right. Unmarried *individuals*. And the minute you leave it dangerously vague like that, it's gonna get used that way. Bloody idiots. "Oh no, we don't need to lock the barn door. That horse isn't going to go anywhere. Nobody wants that horse anyway." Spit.

So there we have it. some good stuff, some bad stuff.



( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 8th, 2006 04:56 am (UTC)
1) Big Freakin Hugs, I know how scary Parental Illness Drama can be.
2)I'm Glad to hear your father is going to come out allrightish, I am so sorry to hear about the amputation, your probablys sick of hearing that so I just wanted to get it out of the way.

Sounds like your family and mine deal with crisis in much the same way. After my Mom came out her heart atack last summer while everybody else was cooing over her I was scolding her with "Damn it woman I asked if you were allright two days ago does this F*&^ look like allright to you. heres a hint allright does not end in me grabbing apanic ridden airplane flight" To which she responded with a very hearty "Well it got your ass down here for a visit didn't."
I think we horrified the poor nurse.

As to the admendmit I think you put it quite well and consisely and I'm having a hard time calming down enought to get anything more than
Nov. 9th, 2006 03:38 am (UTC)
[hugs back] I had a similar discussion with my Momma back in May when I had my gallbladder out. She immediately started making plans to get up here, and I remarked to her over the phone, "And it takes me going into a hospital to get cut for you to take a trip up here to see me when I've been trying to do this for a year and a half?" and she sheepishly allowed as to how it was so
Nov. 9th, 2006 06:13 am (UTC)
nothing says family like a loving guilt trip hhehe
Nov. 8th, 2006 02:54 pm (UTC)
I understand. This is supposed to be my day off. But I called my red state, leaning sister this morning. I love her to the ends of the earth and she was up doing business when I called. And Grey, who is similarly busy, woke me up to tell me he was sorry we lost. I have no idea what he was talking about because my son turned off the tv when I fell asleep last night, so apparently I had a worry-free night on the sofa. It seems we didn't do so well and I have to beat up a few more old people. Damn, I hate it when they amend the constitution. We're just going to have to go back and erase what they wrote. I hope your father comes through this with flying colors.
Nov. 8th, 2006 02:57 pm (UTC)
PS...my son and daughter in law were completely unable to vote here or there this time. Partly their fault, partly the state of Michigan lying to them about absentee ballots. So they are roiling.
Nov. 8th, 2006 03:06 pm (UTC)
1. Ouch? That's pretty horrific. I hope he recovers better than we can imagine.

2. I would have had to lie to get my absentee ballot accepted in the state I left, and I missed the deadline (quite unintentionally - I thought I couldn't have made it but if I'd applied the very day I moved here I could have) in the state I moved to, so I understand.
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