Last Thursday I got a phone call from my Aunt Jeannewho is my fathers sister in California. My father is in CA also. He lives in Carlsbad and my Aunt lives in the Santee area. So I get home from work and such on Thursday and there is a call from my aunt to call her back. My dad had been having shortness of breath and pain in his arms when he did his morning walk. His doctor sent him to a cardioligist who did a stress eko test on Thursday. Apparently he failed it so badly the doc immediately admitted him to the hospital for an angiogram.
He is in Scripps Memorial in La Jolla. He was to have the angiogram on Friday. Apparently when they were in his heart with the camera's they decided to do a quadruple bypass. My aunt has been pretty good about emailing me and keeping me informed. Friday night when I phoned after his surgery my cousin was there. She was quite snotty. But then she is a stuck up snob that I didn't like when we were children and I haven't seen or spoken to her in over 20 years. Friday night reminded me why. My aunt is the first contact in case anything happens but my snotty cousin put herself as second contact. Neither of them even told anyone at the hospital that he has a daughter.
When I phoned that Friday night I could hear the shock in the nurses voices that he had a daughter and snotty cousin Doreen had to admit it.
I am frustrated and worried about my dad. I can't fly to CA because of money and work obligations. I just can't leave work right now. We are heading into our busiest time of the year and there are a couple of tests that I do that no one else in the lab knows how to do. So if I am not there they don't get done. And they have to be done as soon as the sample comes into the lab. I have spoken to the directer about this several times but we are so short staffed that there isn't a good solution. I don't know what they will do if something major ever happens to me and at that point I won't even care. But that is not the point now.
What is the point now is I hate how the people at the hospital treat me and my snotty cousin's attitude. I would love dearly to be able to go there. But I can't! Most of the people who answer the phone get so exasperated when I ask about my dad. I hear the *huff* in their voices. Most of the time I am told to call back in 15 or 20 minutes. Which I do. I try to be soooo patient and kind. I explain over and over that I am in PA. With each new shift they are shocked again that he has a daughter. I haven't called more than twice in each day (not including when told to call back). I don't think that is an excessive amount considering he is still in the ICU and not out of the woods yet.
I am just venting. *sigh* It is hard being so far away when someone you care about is ill.
Denyce
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