Sarkhaan
31-05-2008, 07:40
Well, since we have a thread dedicated to good days, why not one to bad?
So this is my bad day.
Last Saturday, I get woken up at 10 by my sister who tells me to sit down. She starts with "No one is dead". This is followed by "Dad has been in a bad motorcycle accident where he hit a telephone pole. There's more. Grandpa had a stroke".
We go out to brunch, and decide we have to go home against my mothers wishes. We get home. Dad has shattered his left femur (9 fragments), broken his right ankle, tore a ligament in his left ring finger, and broke his right middle finger. He has a concussion, black eye, and other various minor injuries. Grandpa is unconscious, and at a seperate hospital.
We call my uncle to have him come stay with his father, my grandfather. The entire drive, he was convinced it was for his "surprise" 60th birthday party.
Dad gets out of surgery at 6:30, after over 6 hours of work. He is okay, but there is still high risk of infection and blood clots, etc.
At 1:30, we get a call that my grandfather is dying. Me, my sister, my aunt, and my uncle rush over. Mom stays with grandma, who has severe alzheimers. We get there about 5 minutes too late. We then talk to grandma, and go to tell dad about the death at 3 AM. He will not be able to attend the funeral.
The ensuing week has consisted of reminding grandma that her husband has died, comforting and being with my father, and planning a funeral, all while learning just how rocky my parents marriage has become.
Some families have picnics or travel for memorial day. My family has two ambulances and a funeral.
So...make me feel better. Post about your worst day ever.
So this is my bad day.
Last Saturday, I get woken up at 10 by my sister who tells me to sit down. She starts with "No one is dead". This is followed by "Dad has been in a bad motorcycle accident where he hit a telephone pole. There's more. Grandpa had a stroke".
We go out to brunch, and decide we have to go home against my mothers wishes. We get home. Dad has shattered his left femur (9 fragments), broken his right ankle, tore a ligament in his left ring finger, and broke his right middle finger. He has a concussion, black eye, and other various minor injuries. Grandpa is unconscious, and at a seperate hospital.
We call my uncle to have him come stay with his father, my grandfather. The entire drive, he was convinced it was for his "surprise" 60th birthday party.
Dad gets out of surgery at 6:30, after over 6 hours of work. He is okay, but there is still high risk of infection and blood clots, etc.
At 1:30, we get a call that my grandfather is dying. Me, my sister, my aunt, and my uncle rush over. Mom stays with grandma, who has severe alzheimers. We get there about 5 minutes too late. We then talk to grandma, and go to tell dad about the death at 3 AM. He will not be able to attend the funeral.
The ensuing week has consisted of reminding grandma that her husband has died, comforting and being with my father, and planning a funeral, all while learning just how rocky my parents marriage has become.
Some families have picnics or travel for memorial day. My family has two ambulances and a funeral.
So...make me feel better. Post about your worst day ever.