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Dad's Broken Ribs Well, yesterday was certainly interesting. I got home from Dan's and started out to buy groceries and, more importantly, toilet paper. My dad called as I was getting into the car and asked if I was busy. I told him, no, and he asked for a ride to the local hospital. Over the phone, it sounded like a heart attack, so I drove really quickly to his house, almost regretting not taking the freeway over the town roads. I got there soon enough and banged on the garage door which, fortunately, opened. Dad was clutching the side of his chest and told me that his fall (a week ago) must have broken his ribs somehow. He got into my car with little problems and we slowly drove to Howell. I had to drive really slowly because we had to avoid braking/stopping because of the forces pressing against his chest. I asked if we could use the freeway, but he wanted to use the local roads because "if I bleed to death internally on the way, it's okay." Yeah. We got to the hospital okay and I dropped him at the ER entrance. I parked and joined him inside. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to accompany him to see the doctor or just wait outside in the waiting room, so I felt a little like an extra appendage. I tried not to worry, he told me that he might be hemmorhaging, but I did get upset at the slowness of the ER there. I mean triage is trying to ask him the names of all 15 medications he's taking while he's sitting there in his chair clutching his chest, biting his lip, and vocally breathing through his pain though he can't take deep breaths because that leads to highly painful coughing. (Keep in mind my dad has been though Vietnam, the loss of a limb, and several other forms of pain so when he says it's a 10 on the pain scale, it's pretty bad). After triage, we had to sign in and discuss insurance, which I hate because they really need to treat him, not put him through this bullshit. Then we had to hit the waiting room where we found an older couple that had the same problem we did, masculine bullshit where guys won't take themselves to the doctor unless they're bleeding or unconscious. Well, I guess it's a good thing that it's not just my dad. They eventually saw him and taped him up. I told him I had an appointment and he asked if it was a job interview. Being a horrible child, I told him it was (I needed the money). He let me leave before they took the x-rays and I made it back just in time to perform. My client was really cool about it, he even waited a few minutes for me as the freeway folks weren't driving fast, and I had a fun time with him. He was hung and loved kissing and cuddling so it was pretty erotic. I felt a bit bad for dumping the shit about my dad on him, but I had to be honest about my whereabouts. After he left, I changed into some interview clothes as dad allowed me to leave early to change for said fake interview. After that, I called the hospital and headed back to pick him up. Knowing how much pain he was in, I decided to bring my stash. I confessed the useful properties of weed while we were waiting for doctor to appear once we were moved to the examining room. Dad didn't seem interested or offended so I decided to offer to some to him as I don't know how he's been living with pain without smoking. So, I took out my half full pipe in his office once we got back. I hit it, set it down, asked him to trust me, and he refused saying he wasn't going to do that. He also reminded me that it was a felony in Michigan. I countered by asking him if he was going to turn me in, and when he said he wouldn't, I picked up the lit bowl and finished it. Yup, I smoked pot right in front of my conservative father in his office, and he didn't ask me to stop. Of course, this won't be a regular thing, but, as Dan let me know, I got a good sized pair of low hanging balls for a girl. After that, we went to Meijer's for his drugs of choice, Motrin 800s, and then had dinner at Outback Steakhouse, which I think he just needed an excuse to eat steak. We had a good time though and I'm glad he called me when he needed me. I learned a few personal things from him too that night, so I'm glad it worked out. I just hope all he has are broken ribs and nothing, like his lungs, are torn. The doctors out here really can't tell what's broken or healed in his x-rays because his original accident with the double-bottom semi broke all of his ribs back then too so everything on the scan is cracked somewhere. I just hope it isn't a bigger problem for his sake. Like I told him in the waiting room, at the rate they're working it might have been faster to just drive him to the Ann Arbor hospital where they actually try to work on people. Maybe I'm just picky though. Looking forward to a client or two today. Hopefully, I can make some money this week to offset last week's expenses. *ugh* I still have to total the reciepts. Daphne |