Rusti
Well-Known Member
What do you do with stubborn fathers whose thick-headedness is going to be the end of them?
Back in February my father suffered a nasty round of cellulitis - he was sick with something else Thursday and had a fever, we thought it was because of that. By Friday afternoon his leg was pretty painful so they went to the walk-in urgent care clinic where the doctor thought it might be a clot and squeezed around on his leg, snarked at him for not coming in earlier so she could have sent him to have an ultrasound of the leg, and also Rx'ed him some antibiotics. By Saturday afternoon he was in the ER and by that evening they'd gotten him a bed and he was on IV antibiotics and painkillers. He was released the Wednesday after that, still painful, with some sulpha antibiotics that made him break out in spots a couple days later.
The leg has not been quite the same since, not painful, but always seemed to be sort of quick to swell. Last night it was hurting him again, as in, flared up within an hour or two. He's a small business owner and has recently been through the stress of a sales tax audit, so the stress may have had something to do with it.
What does he do? In spite of mine and my mother's insisting he get in the truck and we'll take him to the doctor? Digs out the sulpha drugs that made him spotted last time, goes "I'll only take it for a couple of days" downs a pill and goes to bed. I know my mother tried to talk him into going to the doctor again this morning, but nope, he went on to work. He'll be 62 in December, has already had one heart attack 15 years ago (Yes, he was 46, cripes). My mother goes with him to every doctor's appointment she can because he doesn't ask questions and doesn't tell the doctor important stuff. We had to tell the ER doctor that he smokes, for crying out loud.
And he has learned nothing. He was afraid enough after his heart attack that he was 'good' for the rest of the summer. Walked every day, ate his vegetables and lost over 30 pounds. He was in So. Much. Pain. with his leg that the hospital had a fall risk bracelet on him (that he ignored). I'm afraid that in a couple of days he'll be back in the bloody hospital, doing his own little brand of yelping trying to get out of bed to go to the bathroom.
What do you all do when you have a father you'd like to beat around the head, cry at, cuss at and scream at even when you know he'll a) just be confused that you're crying (and then be upset because he's confused), b) think it's hilarious that his daughter just cussed him out or c) be completely hacked off that his daughter just cussed him out?
Back in February my father suffered a nasty round of cellulitis - he was sick with something else Thursday and had a fever, we thought it was because of that. By Friday afternoon his leg was pretty painful so they went to the walk-in urgent care clinic where the doctor thought it might be a clot and squeezed around on his leg, snarked at him for not coming in earlier so she could have sent him to have an ultrasound of the leg, and also Rx'ed him some antibiotics. By Saturday afternoon he was in the ER and by that evening they'd gotten him a bed and he was on IV antibiotics and painkillers. He was released the Wednesday after that, still painful, with some sulpha antibiotics that made him break out in spots a couple days later.
The leg has not been quite the same since, not painful, but always seemed to be sort of quick to swell. Last night it was hurting him again, as in, flared up within an hour or two. He's a small business owner and has recently been through the stress of a sales tax audit, so the stress may have had something to do with it.
What does he do? In spite of mine and my mother's insisting he get in the truck and we'll take him to the doctor? Digs out the sulpha drugs that made him spotted last time, goes "I'll only take it for a couple of days" downs a pill and goes to bed. I know my mother tried to talk him into going to the doctor again this morning, but nope, he went on to work. He'll be 62 in December, has already had one heart attack 15 years ago (Yes, he was 46, cripes). My mother goes with him to every doctor's appointment she can because he doesn't ask questions and doesn't tell the doctor important stuff. We had to tell the ER doctor that he smokes, for crying out loud.
And he has learned nothing. He was afraid enough after his heart attack that he was 'good' for the rest of the summer. Walked every day, ate his vegetables and lost over 30 pounds. He was in So. Much. Pain. with his leg that the hospital had a fall risk bracelet on him (that he ignored). I'm afraid that in a couple of days he'll be back in the bloody hospital, doing his own little brand of yelping trying to get out of bed to go to the bathroom.
What do you all do when you have a father you'd like to beat around the head, cry at, cuss at and scream at even when you know he'll a) just be confused that you're crying (and then be upset because he's confused), b) think it's hilarious that his daughter just cussed him out or c) be completely hacked off that his daughter just cussed him out?
