Let te stress eating continue.
I am worn out by this week's collection of events.
You know that expression "God never gives you more than you can handle?" Well, to him (her? them? it?) I say: I GIVE UP! YOU WIN! I CAN'T HANDLE ANYTHING ELSE! Now pass me a beer, a pint of Ben & Jerry's, and let's call it a day, shall we?
My Grandfather checked out of the hospital yesterday. He was taken by ambulance back to his home where he has an apartment, but they had to check him in too the nursing wing where he will be for 5 weeks.
This place is hell on Earth.
Picture some awful report you saw on the news about elderly abuse and that's how it sounds to me. My father called me and with a horrible tone to his voice described a dank little room with white walls, no windows, and no TV. Just 2 beds and a sink. I picture my freshman year dorm room without it's minimalistic charm. It sort of makes me queasy.
When they walked in to see how he was getting situated, my mom burst into tears at the sight of her father, sitting up in bed, staring at the ceiling for lack of anything else to do. When they told me about it, I cried as well. (Is it selfish that I don't want to visit him there? It just terrifies me.)
Today, my mom got to it and called the home's social worker. They are not willing to move him as they have assessed him and are concerned with his blood infectionand, the sensory/mobility issues on his left side (not convinced he can completely do everything for himself yet, need to build his strength back up, etc.) and the amount of nursing supervision, physical therapy and ccupational therapy he will require to try and get some of that back. I guess they don't have the staff to properly supervise him in his own room.They are going to move him to a different room on Monday that is in a better location in the building than where he is in now. My mom is going to get him a television and in the new room, he'll have a phone. The social worker promised my mother that she would check on him regularly and she is going to arrange for someone/volunteer to visit with him so he has someone else to talk to. They will slowly integrate him back to the main dining room as part of his therapy.
God, I am exhausted just typing it. (I would also suggest that I am hungry but I think that's just my torn up insides calling out for some lovin'.)
Anyway, that's the update there. I am THRILLED I did not have class this week. In lieu of class, we all have to meet with our thesis advisors and my appointment is Tuesday night so I got a break this week. I've spent most of this week being lethargic and crabby and tired and hating my job a lot. I'm too tired today to be emotional or shed any light on the situation.
But I've been eating junk. Oh sure, I've eaten my Jenny food when I am supposed to and I lost weight this week (on Tuesday when I weighed in) but there have been snacks. Puddings and jello cups, half a bagel today and half a sandwich with my salad at lunch. I had a mini-hershey bar yesterday and the day before, it was a handful of animal crackers from the jug in my boss' office.
I am looking forward to the weekend, to sleep, but I am NOT looking forward to this horrible work function I have to attend tonight. What a bunch of B.S. Chips and salsa, fried finger foods, cheese platters, an open bar... I can feel the calories prematurely adding onto the size of my behind...
