So a few people already know I'm back in St. Louis taking care of my dad because my mother had to have emergency surgery today. I hadn't even been home for a week yet when I got the call to turn around and come back. I do not know when I will see my projects, critters, or husband again. I do know that I'm getting fed up with being the one that has to drop everything in my life and drive 200+ miles to take care of things when there are five of my siblings living in this metro area. They offer to help, trust me on this. But they are usually brushed off.
Currently both Pollux and Artan are sick with gut flora imbalances, caused by stress, and FH is having to medicate them twice a day. I can't bring them with me as the stress of travel would be worse than the stress of me not being there. Not to mention that wheelchairs and walkers don't mix well with kitties.
At this moment I do not know when my mother will be released from the hospital. I only know that it's impossible to sleep here knowing that I have to be able to hear my dad call for any kind of help (like late-night trips to the bathroom) or even a drink of water, as he's not allowed to move from a sitting position to his feet unassisted yet.
Oh and he's home instead of being in a rehab facility after a snafu at the rehab place. We were all less than impressed and it was decided to just bring him home. Mom was doing a fantastic job with him here up until she got sick over the weekend. I had come back down shortly after his return home to help move furniture around to accommodate the wheelchair, so things were a lot easier for both of them.
And the kicker of this is I'm sick. We don't know with what. I'm actually supposed to be seeing a specialist but it's kinda hard to do when I keep getting called down here. It's really hard to tell your parents "no" though. Sadly I think I'm getting to the point where I will need to just so I can take care of myself.
Sorry for the rant. I needed to vent. Miss you all lots. I hope to be back soon.