My parents have been nothing but amusing this summer.
Yesterday my Dad returns home from work with a bandage over his abdomen. He takes if off to reveal a cut one inch in length. He misused his utility knife at work. Nice job, Dad. My Mom figured he needed a couple of stitches and tetanus shot, so off we went to the hospital, me laughing all the way. I had to go along. This was just not to be missed.
When we got to the hospital, I saw one of the nurses, whom I know well since I’ve dropped in there all the time since I was young, and said to her, “I’ve brought another wounded parent.” To which she laughed. Dad ended up getting 3 stitches (I was predicting six), a shot and a good story. He has to fill out an incident report at work now. How do you say: I stabbed myself.
Work has been hard the past couple of weeks. Last week one of our clients from the workshop passed away very suddenly. And this week, one of the residents at the group home fell seriously ill and is still in the hospital, with the doctors really having no idea what’s wrong. I’ve finally realized that my guys are getting old. Disabled people age at a rate much faster than you and I. It’s sad to see.
And it’s back to another set of nights. I actually slept for a couple of hours today, which was very weird. I never sleep before I start nights. Hopefully that means that I’ll actually be able to stay awake. We’ll see…