Slow but sure
Following tradition, with fall coming down on us hard here in Chicago, things are starting to look up again. Something about fall always makes me feel great. I think it's the air. It's the only time in the year where I feel like I can breath.
My dad, physically, is doing really good in the rehab. They've got him on a pain schedule because he was sent to the ER on Friday night from blockages causing major pain. But they cleaned it out and he's not in as much pain. He's also doing pretty intensive physical therapy. Emotionally, though, he's a wreck. He's really worried about the business failing, and generally just not being able to provide for his family. Which is kind of making my mom spaz out. She finally confronted my brother about his attitude (for the record, I didn't notice anything odd about it), and he told her the reason he's so mean lately is that he isn't sleeping anymore. He keeps having nightmares about the accident. To get any sleep at all, he's been having to take pills, which worries me. I told her he needs to get some help, talk to someone about it. It's the only way the nightmares are going to stop. It's wierd thinking about Brian being that vulnerable. But it makes perfect sense. Naturally, my mom feels terrible, and I couldn't really give her any advice about what to do, except make sure he knows she loves him. It's going to take a lot of time and a lot of pain, but they'll get through it. Things have to get better.
( Now Me )
Regardless, I guess things are starting their upward climb again. Which is nice. I'd like to not be crazy anymore by the time winter sets in.
My dad, physically, is doing really good in the rehab. They've got him on a pain schedule because he was sent to the ER on Friday night from blockages causing major pain. But they cleaned it out and he's not in as much pain. He's also doing pretty intensive physical therapy. Emotionally, though, he's a wreck. He's really worried about the business failing, and generally just not being able to provide for his family. Which is kind of making my mom spaz out. She finally confronted my brother about his attitude (for the record, I didn't notice anything odd about it), and he told her the reason he's so mean lately is that he isn't sleeping anymore. He keeps having nightmares about the accident. To get any sleep at all, he's been having to take pills, which worries me. I told her he needs to get some help, talk to someone about it. It's the only way the nightmares are going to stop. It's wierd thinking about Brian being that vulnerable. But it makes perfect sense. Naturally, my mom feels terrible, and I couldn't really give her any advice about what to do, except make sure he knows she loves him. It's going to take a lot of time and a lot of pain, but they'll get through it. Things have to get better.
( Now Me )
Regardless, I guess things are starting their upward climb again. Which is nice. I'd like to not be crazy anymore by the time winter sets in.