So, my sister called me tonight and asked if I'd talked to my Dad yet today. I told her no, I hadn't had time to call him. Then she proceeded to tell me all about his behavior in the hospital today.
Apparently, he was not moved out of ICU because there were no available beds on the surgical floor. When he found out he wasn't going to be moved, my dad decided to have a full-on tantrum! First, he refused to eat his lunch. Then he removed all of the monitoring pads/velcro straps and his oxygen tubes from his nose. His wife calmly went to the nurse's station and informed them that the reason his monitors were flatlining is because he removed them. Bless their hearts, the nurses were amused by this. Dad also would not take calls from anyone, including his sister who lives in CT. Again, my stepmother handled things, chatting with Aunt Nancy.
Dad's hunger strike only lasted until they brought dinner and he ate everything they gave him except the squash. Also, I guess my sister got to talk to him and heard a litany of complaints about the room...his bed is uncomfortable, he's sick of watching TV (but his eyes hurt, so he doesn't want to read)...there is only one chair in the room and the surgical rooms have a sofa in them...OMG, he's acting like such a brat! And he used to give us a whole bucket of shit about pouting about something! LOL, my dad is a damned lousy patient.
So, I got brave and got my hair cut today. The last haircut I had over a year ago turned out to be a nightmare...it was a full-on mullet! But there's a girl at work who has curly hair like mine and her hair is gorgeous...so I asked her where she got it done. I called the lady and she was able to get me in tonight.
What do you think?