Last week, my dad stayed home sick from work. This is strange in and of itself. He has worked 6 days a week as long as I can remember and I can't remember many times that he missed a day. Turns out, what he thought was something he ate was actually vertigo, a common ailment that, in this case, is attributable to age. Though I knew of vertigo , my dealings had only been in the care of kids. Admittedly, I was scared as they wheeled him off, his hands over his face and tears in his eyes, for an MRI to be sure he hadn't suffered a stroke. Seeing my dad in this way was really an eye opener for me. We all think of him as bullet-proof, the " mind over matter" type. When he couldn't make it out to feed his animals, it shook all of us. Thankfully, we all pulled together and took care of things as he took it easy, missing four days of work.
The photo above draws such emotion for me. The contrast of seeing him in a hospital , his ID bracelet in view as he laces up his work boots. None of it fits together. And it still rattles me a bit.
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| Dad was on ativan for a few days which made him pretty mellow/loopy . I received several invites to Face Time with him. He'd talk for a minute then fall asleep mid-sentence. Though I hated him being sick, it was, at times a bit funny. Thankfully, he is feeling much better and back to carrying a full load. |