I haven’t blogged for quite a while now and I thought about giving up blogging completely.
I felt, I had nothing interesting to say – how stupid – and I don’t want to bore my readers (if there are any out there) to death.
But instead of giving up I chose a new template for my blog, a brighter colour to lift my spirits and I will write about what happens in my life, if possible once a week.
Now, what happened since last June: I got a new job from a Temping Agency, the work assignment has ended in April and now I’m looking for a new one – but, doesn’t it happen all the time? I really have to change something here; I’m running in circles.
The good about my last job is, I met really nice people and I hope to see them from time to time on a private basis. There was also a very creative woman and meeting her renewed my interest in painting. So I took a watercolour class and I will try acrylic and oil painting too. Seems there is something good in every job I had.
In December my Dad had an accident at home, he was trapped in the bathtub for approximately 2 days. He was dehydrated, exhausted and confused, but thank God he recovered quite good after his weeklong stay in the hospital. Now I call him every evening to make sure everything is all right. This is something that bothers him now, he doesn’t like to be controlled. Well, I have to do it, I can’t visit him everyday since he lives in another city, a one-hour drive from Munich.
Since he left the hospital in December I constantly remind him to visit his Doctor. All he does is say “yes”, but he doesn’t make an appointment. Eventually he has no more pills left and when I spend last week with him I discovered his right upper arm is bright red.
“Dad, what happened?’” I ask.
“Oh, some bug has bitten me, it itches but it’s not so bad”
“But your arm is bright red, there must be an infection, you have to make an appointment with your Doctor!”
“Yeah, next week…”
I continue to remind him over the weekend to make this damn appointment. Yes, Monday…
Monday morning and my Dad is up early. He opens the bathroom door and says:
“I can’t go to the Doctor today, because the scratches on my forehead look so bad. I have to wait a few days until it looks better.”
Scratches??? There are two abrasions on his forehead that weren’t there last evening.
“Dad, what have you done?” I ask worried.
“I fell off the bed with my duvet and I couldn’t find my way back. So I slept on the floor. I must have scratched my forehead on the carpet. When I woke up again around 3.30 in the morning I went to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw there was blood on my face, I wiped it off and went back to bed.”
I have to control myself not to scream at him. He has hurt his head on the edge of his bed, there are bloodstains on the carpet and on the sleeve of his pajama. And all he does is wipe off the blood and go back to sleep as if nothing has happened.
I call the Doctor immediately and make an appointment the same day. Funnily enough my Dad doesn’t protest. We take the bus to the City and I wait for him in the waiting room. He gets a shot, Antibiotics and they take a blood sample. He emerges from the Doctor’s office with a nice white band-aid over the largest abrasion.
We are on our way back home, when a few older people with canes and walking aids are boarding the bus.
My Dad speaks up.
“You know what, we have to get rid off all the people over 70.”
I look at him puzzled. “How can you say that, you are 83” I say.
‘”Yes,” he continues, “but that is not a life anymore.”
Yeah, Dad, don’t tempt me….