Journey to Nothing

[MuadDib]

Last Thursdayism

 

Evolution 2.0

Edited November 27 by MuadDib

[LastThursday]

Dear diary.

The last week has been a crazy one. My Dad got taken ill with flu, which even for a healthy person would be an unpleasant experience. Instead his flatmate phones me and says he's unable to move at all, and that she's very concerned for him. My Dad had a second major heart attack last month, and this really zapped his physical strength and mobility. Having flu on top of that has nearly killed him. I understand now why flu is taken so seriously for older folks.

Dad ended up going to hospital and has been there a week now. The biggest issue is that his flatmate would be out of the country for weeks, and he had no one else to care for him. My uncle lives fairly near to him, but he is old himself and had mobility issues also, so that wasn't going to work. My sister is in America and my half brother hasn't got two pennies to rub together. So that only left one person, AKA me.

If I had been working this would have been a nightmare, as it is I haven't worked for a few months. My full intention was not to work at all for an extended period, perhaps even up to a year. Primarily I stopped so that I could decompress, destress and just "do nothing" - but also to think about my options and what I could do with my life "the big stuff". Of course, reality doesn't play by our rules and as Americans say sometimes you're dealt a curve ball.

I could simply have said "nope I'm not dealing with that fuck off", but I couldn't bring myself to do that. So, here I am in a foreign country, in the middle of Dublin sorting shit out. My aunt and uncle put me up for a short while. I felt incredibly awkward as we are effectively strangers, I only having gone to their place once before. I've probably seen my uncle twice in about forty years. But luckily we got on well enough. And, as soon as I had the chance I relocated my Dad's flat. His flatmate is back briefly for one day (today) before she goes to Poland for Christmas. 

Seeing my Dad daily in hospital has really emphasised how fragile we can all be at times, and how we can go from being functional to nearly non-functional very quickly. I've kept my visits brief and some days he hardly acknowledged me at all. I'm a fairly stoic and not prone to "over emotion", but my body has been telling me it is stressful, even if my mind is not overwhelmed - I feel tired.

I really really don't want to be doing this shit at all, not out of lack of compassion, but because I'm just not in the right space to be doing so. Effectively my dad will need a carer if he ends up being imobile, and a lot of things will have to happen to re-adjust his living circumstances. I'll do what I can do, but I absolutely refuse to be his carer in any way, I had enough of that shit with my mum for too long. He'll go into a home kicking and screaming if it comes to it, and he'll pay for it out of his money. 

So for the foreseeable next few weeks I'm stuck in cold wet Dublin. I should be thankful, back home there are problems with the water supply and thousands of homes are without water, probably including mine, some problem with the water treatment works. The universe works in mysterious ways, and it's fucking annoying.

Diary out.