Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Traffic was horrible today.

It took me an hour to get to the hospital.
An hour.

I fed him the supper I made for him, cleaned up his little corner of the room, stored the leftovers in the kitchen at the end of the hall, recharged his ipod's battery, put Romancing the Stone into his DVD player, gave him a kiss, told him to be good, reminded him that I loved him, then drove home.

How's he doing?
This is how he's doing:
Dad: Do you want to go to the car show in July?
Me: I'd love to.
Dad: Am I going to buy my car then?
Me: If you want to, sure. What colour is it?
Dad: Glazed White.

He pauses.

Dad: In July, do you want to go to the car show?
Me: Sure. Do you want me to come?
Dad: If you want.
Me: Who else should we invite?
Dad: I don't know.


Me: I heard you walked in the hallway today...
Dad: Nope.
Me: Wasn't Julie here this morning?
Dad: Nope.
Me: Was mom here this afternoon?
Dad: Nope.
Me: Yes, she was. Who set up the movie for you?
Dad: I don't know.


Dad: Why am I in the hospital?
Me: They want to make sure all your pills are OK. They're getting ready to send you home. But your one pill is out of whack.
Dad: I can go home now?
Me: No. Maybe in a few days. Remember that nose bleed you had this morning?
Dad: No.
Me: You had a nose bleed last night, and when the nurse came in, your pajamas and sheets were full of blood. Don't you remember?
Dad: No.
Me: And then when she got you out of bed, your nose really started to gush. Remember? All the blood?
Dad: In July, there's a car show?
Me: You bet.
Dad: Do you want to come...


Three things I'm thankful for:
1. Spontaneous hug from Clint last night at 1:30 am when I was feeling overwhelmed and pathetic. "You look like you're having a rough day..."
2. Jared is moving into the suite at dad and mom's place. Yay Jared.
3. Psalm 55:

Open your ears, God, to my prayer;
don't pretend you don't hear me knocking.
Come close and whisper your answer.
I really need you.

My insides are turned inside out:
specters of death have me down.
"Who will give me wings," I ask -
"wings like a dove?"

Get me out of here on dove wings;
I want some peace and quiet.
I want a walk in the country,
I want a cabin in the woods.
I'm desperate for a change
from rage and stormy weather.

Get me outa here;
I want some peace and quiet.
I want a walk in the country,
I want a cabin in the woods.
I'm desperate for a change
from sadness, fighting about homework and winter weather.

Right there. In the Bible.
Oh, that David. He knows what he's talkin 'bout.


1 comment:

ramblin'andie said...

Is that the Message? I want some o' that too.