I really wanted to blog about my dad b/c sooooo many people have been supportive and caring in nature throughout the whole ordeal. So, I'll just try to summarize what's going on right now. It is my complete pleasure to report that he has been home from the hospital since the 26th (Lucky Marathon Day). He still needs lots of help, but can finally do the main things on his own- use the restroom, bathe himself, get dressed, and eat. He can also walk w/o assistance, but needs help on stairs. He still gets confused a lot, though.
Nights are really the worst. I do not have kids, but I can relate now to those first-time moms and dads that are up all night w/ newborns. It is sort of like that with my dad. See, he wakes up CONSTANTLY during the night and is really, really disoriented. He will try to walk downstairs, which is dangerous, and he will often use the restroom places other than the toilet. He has also tried to get the car keys, take everything out of the refrigerator, and unplug all the appliances. So... I came home for about 9 days and I knew my mom needed a serious break. Therefore, I've been feeding her sleeping pills at night and handling it myself, for the most part.
I have been sleeping back in my old room in the basement, but the house is so old that you can hear any little creak or door. This works to my advantage. I have sleep issues anyhow, so it is easy for me to wake right up if I hear something upstairs. I will basically just go upstairs and watch what he does to make sure he is not harming himself or messing anything up. After being up and down all night, he goes to rehab 4 days a week for 6 hours at a time. On the days he does not rehab, he has exercises and activities to do at home. He is really making progress. I want to give a major shout out to the people at Frazier Rehab Center. WOW, those ladies are amazing. They are so sweet, caring, and know EXACTLY how to handle everything. We are so blessed to have them in charge of my dad's recovery!
I admit that I am worried about my mom, and I am not really wanting to leave. I just feel so guilty, like I abandoning her. It makes me really think about next year. See, nothing is keeping me in LA. At the end of this year, I could move wherever I want. A ridiculous thought is that I actually don't KNOW what I want. Bizarre, but true. I have never really made my own decision about where I want to live. It has always been someone else's decision. My parents strongly led me to AL for college, then I only had an AL teaching certificate, so I stayed there. After that, I moved to LA with K, and now... it's just me. So, what do I want??????? Part of me would LOVE to move back here. I am friends w/ a handful of people, enough to have a resemblance of a social life, plus my parents. The area is nice and I could see myself making a life here. Then again, maybe this year will bring about a different idea. The doors are WIDE OPEN, and that makes me kind of excited. It's almost like I don't know what do with myself.
IN running matters, I have been doing a little cross training by going to spin classes while here. I've reduced mileage to recover from Seattle, but hopefully in the next week or two will start back into a mild training for Wineglass. My legs are feeling fine, almost scary good.
Run strong, friends!