Living Horror

The past few days have been hell on an epic scale. Dad's in ICU. He went in for a routine surgery. A knee reconstruction. He's had one before, with no complications. This time he had epic complications. At 5am yesterday, he was found not breathing, with a blood pressure so low it could barely register. Doctors took 45 minutes to resuscitate him. During that time he vomited and inhaled quite a lot of it. When they managed to stabilise him they called his partner and told her to bring all of the family in.

I got a call on my way to work. Not knowing how bad it was, I waited to hear an assessment from my sister. She rang at 9.20 and told me to come straight away. They didn't know if he'd survive the day. I literally dropped what I was doing and left. I said goodbye to my direct superior, got changed and literally ran out the door. I rang the head of my department as I headed towards the train station.

11 hours of solid, gut wrenching travel ensued. With short breaks to pack, pee and eat a sandwich. I lost it packing my black dress. Absolutely chucked a foot stamping crying tanty. My Dad's only 60. He had his birthday last September. He didn't have grandkids. I'm 25. Too young to bury my dad.

I lost it driving to Canberra to meet my uncle. Remembering how I'd thought to call him on Sunday after the gym, but decided to do it later. Then remembering how I'd received a text from him on Monday telling me he was having surgery, and deciding to call him that night. Now it was Tuesday and I didn't know if I'd ever get to talk to him again. I was crying so hard that I could barely keep my eyes open, but I kept driving. I could not stop. I was well over the speed limit, but I didn't care. If I got a fine, but got home quicker, it would have been worth it. But even if I got pulled over I was reasonably sure I could cry my way out of it.

I lost it when I met my uncle. First family hug since hearing the news. My first words were 'I can't believe this is happening. It was all so fast. We drove down together.

He was still with us when we got to the hospital. I lost it when the doc explained what had happened. It seemed the immediate threat to his life had passed. But they didn't know how long he'd been without oxygen. And because it took so long to stabilise him, there was a 'possibility, more likely a probability' that he'd have brain impairment. They had no idea as to the extent. And his lungs weren't working properly, so his blood oxygen levels weren't high enough to support repair of any areas that had been affected.

This morning he was pretty much the same. But they did lighten his sedation enough to do some quick neuro checks. He can nod 'yes' and shake head 'no'. He can twitch his toes and squeeze hands when asked. We don't know if he can speak. He is still intubated. He remains on maximum life support, heavily sedated. They won't know about his brain function until they can take him to do brain scans, and right now he's too unstable to attempt to put him on a portable ventilator to take him to the scan.

We've been at the hospital all day. The past 2 days feel like a lifetime. Mum's tiny 3 bedroom house is housing 5 people. I'm sharing a bed with Mum and she's a snoring bed/blanket hog. Tonight I'm going to sleep on the floor. I'm tired. Emotionally drained and in need of a good cry and a very long sleep. I don't know if I can update here, but Kez can update in comments.

Do me a favour guys. If your parents are still around, give them a big hug for me. If they're too far away, please call them. They won't be here forever.

I'm baaack.

So I'm a dirty, dirty liar. I really was going to give up blogging, but this lettle juicy nugget was waaay to gold to leave alone.

I met someone. On findafuck. We'd spent about 3 weeks talking, emailing, texting, chatting. It was full on, all the time. We clicked. I liked him, he liked me. We had had cybersex. The tension was rife.

It took about 2 weeks to arrange a meet. Finally one night I was home, we wasn't busy. He came over.

And there is a whole world of problems that have arisen. All was going well, having heaps of fun, getting hot and heavy. Clothes come off. And nothing.

He couldn't get it up!

He was embarrassed. I took it in my stride. I mean, it happens. He put his clothes on and fled. I thought it could have been me. I mean, he was into me until the clothes came off.

I gave it a few days and sent him a message telling him I still enjoyed hanging out, and asking if he'd be interested in trying again. His response: yeah it was fun, but we didn't really 'click' after the movie.

WTF?!?

We didn't click? We didn't click sexually?!? How does he know we didn't click sexually? We didn't have sex!!!

So, if you don't have a comment on the above situation, I have to ask...

What's your biggest sex disaster?

Oh FFS!

10 comments? I post 2 pics of my naked boobs and I only get 10 fucking comments? Jeezus. If I'm that bad a blogger I may as well quit.

Cya.

In the abscence of a real post...

I GIVE YOU BOOBS!

Tell me how much you love me.