Losing a Parent,coping with migraine
March 24th 2008 03:16
I wonder how many elderly people die soon after a fall.My dad had several things wrong,but really shouldn't have died yesterday.He had a fall,was in the hospital for 2 days and sent home.
Less than a week later,he died.He was "gone" but he had a pacemaker.Finally,it stopped.
During part of the morning and afternoon,my head pain level went up.I went to bed for awhile.I had to find a darker,alone place to be.
I put the pain aside otherwise.I focused on being with my dad.I've got brain fog.Getting ready to go over there,I had no idea what I was doing.He wasn't suppose to go downhill so soon.He wasn't suppose to go so soon.I don't know how,but one night,I took care of him myself.Up all night.Helping him to the bathroom.Giving him medicine.I was terrified.
I don't know how he did it,but one time,he got by me.I had the recliner back,and was next to the bed.He was using a cane.Suddenly I heard him in the kitchen,trying to put coffee in the microwave that I poured for him earlier.I jumped up,and then I couldn't find the cane.Later,I found it in the bathroom,on the towel rack.He had made it all that way.
Now,the pain is going up.I'm tired.I'm in a fog,the same fog that got me through it.I'm grateful that I wasn't down with the pain when I was needed.
I wonder,once I ge through the service,I hope it doesn't really hit me.I plan for me to be ok.
My parents are gone.The pain is still here.But I have a different pain to deal with right now.
I don't want to have to worry about the migraine pain.My mind is all jumbled.
Not sure if what I'm writing is making sense.But wanted,needed to write.
Less than a week later,he died.He was "gone" but he had a pacemaker.Finally,it stopped.
During part of the morning and afternoon,my head pain level went up.I went to bed for awhile.I had to find a darker,alone place to be.
I put the pain aside otherwise.I focused on being with my dad.I've got brain fog.Getting ready to go over there,I had no idea what I was doing.He wasn't suppose to go downhill so soon.He wasn't suppose to go so soon.I don't know how,but one night,I took care of him myself.Up all night.Helping him to the bathroom.Giving him medicine.I was terrified.
I don't know how he did it,but one time,he got by me.I had the recliner back,and was next to the bed.He was using a cane.Suddenly I heard him in the kitchen,trying to put coffee in the microwave that I poured for him earlier.I jumped up,and then I couldn't find the cane.Later,I found it in the bathroom,on the towel rack.He had made it all that way.
Now,the pain is going up.I'm tired.I'm in a fog,the same fog that got me through it.I'm grateful that I wasn't down with the pain when I was needed.
I wonder,once I ge through the service,I hope it doesn't really hit me.I plan for me to be ok.
My parents are gone.The pain is still here.But I have a different pain to deal with right now.
I don't want to have to worry about the migraine pain.My mind is all jumbled.
Not sure if what I'm writing is making sense.But wanted,needed to write.
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Comment by Lady Henrietta Muddling
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I'd love to be in a position to just hug you and say,"Everything will be okay. Death is part of life." But Im not in that position.
I just want you to know that someone cares about you. And If I could cure your headaches I would. But I'm just a human being. Not God. (Even though I do get a few vain thoughts sometimes. And think a bit bigger in the foot region for the shoes I bought from the chemist).
I would just hug you. And say, "It's alright. I'm here." I get really sad when I hear of people suffering. But I can't jump on every bandwagon that comes along. Just know that there is a dotty old women out in virtual land who cares about you.