My Dad is still in the hospital. He had a scan today for cancer, but no news yet.
I went to visit him after work today and he was smiley and happy. Then I gave him a message from my mother and he got angry and agitated. Not because it was from my mother, just that he had understood one thing was happening, and she told him something else was happening, and he’s frustrated. He’s worried about missing work, he’s worried about Mom being at home alone, and of course he’s worried about his own health. On top of that, they’re trying to sell their house so that they can move closer to town, so that’s a lot of pressure.
Add to that the fact that he was starving today. His scan (I’m not sure if it was a CAT scan or an MRI or what) was at 1:30 pm today, and he wasn’t allowed to eat for 12 hours beforehand. Of course his last meal was at 5 pm yesterday so he was pretty hungry by the time he headed to radiology this afternoon. They told him that as soon as he was done, they’d get him a sandwich or something to eat. Well, his scan came and went (no results yet, though). They brought him back to his room and said he’d be getting something to eat in a couple of minutes. He called the nurse to his room at 2:30 and asked, again, for some food. She said she’d be right back. I got there at 3:30, and he still hadn’t eaten. Finally at about 4:00 I went and got him a sandwich. The nurse came back in and was like, “Oops, sorry… I got caught up with some paperwork”. Yeah, meanwhile my old dad was starving it up. If you knew my family, you’d know that you don’t promise one of us a meal and not follow through. I mean, my dad’s super skinny, but he’s an eater, yo.
I hate it when someone promises something and doesn’t deliver – especially when food is involved.
And especially after waiting that long to eat… that’s just wrong. It’s frustrating just being in the hospital let alone to have all that hanging over your head. Hope he gets feeling better soon.