The Gary & Dad Chronicles – Getting my nails done
When Dad was in the hospital in January, we couldn’t go visit. We were finally allowed but my sister and my brother were at my house. There was so much going on. I typically have a nail appointment late Monday every other week. So, we knew that Dad was going to be transferred to my center on that Monday, I rescheduled my appointment. I think I had been without nails for 3 weeks for some reason. So, I made an appointment for Tuesday morning at 8:30a. Both Kristy and I had moved all kinds of things around at that point. Nearly all of the time Gary was in was spent dealing with Dad day.
So, Dad gets to my center at about 5pm. Rolled in and my sister, brother and I got all gowned and gloved up and went in to see him once he was settled. He had COVID so we had to get dressed up like little yellow PEEPs.
We all got time with him, he looked just like he was sleeping according to Gary. He did. We hadn’t done any live saving stuff, so he wasn’t jacked up from all the “do everything” interventions..
7:30am the next morning the nurses called to let us know he had died. The three of us were standing there frozen in time. I asked if the other two wanted to go in and see him. Gary said hell no. Kristy didn’t know what the right thing to do was. I told her there was no right and no wrong.
Kristy asked what I was going to do. I said go and get my nails done, then I would be into the center. No more cancelling nail appointments. Dad would be in the exact same shape when I got there as he was currently.
Fast forward to present day and this brother of mine coming into the inpatient unit to get pain and anxiety managed. He wants me to stay tonight. Tomorrow, too and for days to come. So, I say to my sister, I need to get my nails done.
Then it occurred to me these Louk men keep messing up my nail schedule. It’s rude.
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