Borrowed Angels

Quote: Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.
Song: Home – Shoshana Bean
Mood: Tired

Well, happy New Year everybody!! Mine didn’t start as well as I hoped. You’d think things couldn’t get any worse after last year, but guess what… it did. Let me take you back to when it all started…

It is 23:00 on December 31st 2009. My parents and I are sitting in our living room, each on our own computer. After eating some of my mom’s home made ‘oliebollen and appelflappen’ my dad anounced he wasn’t feeling so good and was going to bed. My mom got pissed off at him and I wisely didn’t comment. So my dad went to bed and at midnight my mom and I wished each other happy new year with a lack of enthousiasm. I’m not really in to New Year. I dislike fireworks, kissing and champagne. This is something that comes together at New year, hence I don’t like it very much. My mom started upping the volume of the tv and it was Gerard Joling singing some of the Toppers songs. Not a favourite music genre of mine. I was rather tired, so I lay down on the couch and tried to sleep eventhough it was a quarter past 12 only. Again, I’m not one for New Years, so if I’m tired, I’ll go to sleep. My mom listened to the tv some more and put a blanket over me and the dogs, who snuggled close up to me. Then she left for bed as well.

January first, 2010.
I was lying on my bed, not feeling much like going downstairs. My brother and his girlfriend and kid came to visit and my dad had come down stairs to great them. This was at half past 3pm. My dad didn’t feel so good, so he said he was going upstairs again. My brother followed him upstairs because he wanted to wish him Happy New Year. My dad took two steps up the stairs and collapsed.  My brother barely cought him and placed him down on the floor. I ran down the stairs to see what I could do. My mom was calling my sister, my brother was trying to get my dad to wake up, my brother’s girlfriend was keeping their kid calm, so I squatted next to my dad and took his hand. I was talking to him to keep him awake and dialing 112 (the Dutch version of 911) to get an ambulance. First question “good afternoon, 112 emergencies, what do you need? a firetruck, the police or an ambulance?” I was so out of it, it took me like 5 seconds to realise I was talking to a person. I told them I needed an ambulance. They asked me what place. I was confused and again, it took me like 5 seconds to realise they meant what city *if you mean city, say friggin city!! not place!* so I told them my city and they put me through to the ambulance services in my city. When they picked up the phone, they asked me what the problem was. So I told them my dad collapsed and I needed an ambulance. They first asked me what colour his face was, red or blue… uhm how about death pale? then they asked me what I saw when I stared at his chest… uhm well he is still breathing -_- then they asked me how he responded… uhm… barely? how does he feel?… I asked my dad… he said empty. Then I got the feeling they didn’t take it really seriously, so I told them he had the same thing happen three months ago and he basically stops breathing when he faints, so I REALLY needed an ambulance. So they FINALLY asked me for my address. I gave it, they sent the ambulance *at this point the guy on the phone was trying to reasure me because he heard by my voice that I was upset… well no shit Sherlock >_<* so I hung up and 8 minutes later the ambulance arrived. My brother and I had gotten him some blankets and a pillow. The ambulance brothers did some tests on him, but couldn’t find anything really. So they took him to the hospital.

My dad spent a week in the hospitals, going thought several tests; gastronomy, EEG, endoscopy.. you name it, he got it. But every test came back negative, as in they couldn’t find anything. Damn doctors sent him home after that. :@ I couldn’t believe it. He has lost 22lbs in thee months. I couldn’t do that on a diet.  Well they did discover that his stomach doesn’t close like it should, and that’s what’s giving him his heartburn. But we knew that already (mom and I have it too). They also said his esophagus was irritated (really? geez, let’s see what yours looks like after throwing up several times a week). And there was also a tiny fracture in his diapragm, a diaphragmatic hernia. But it wasn’t life threatening, so they weren’t going to fix it.

I was hoping for House to drop by every day, so he could tell me why my dad almost dies twice… TWICE! But no, the doctors in our hospital tell me there is nothing wrong with him. So he was sent home with pills against stomach acids. Great, thanks…. So next time this happens, we should just place him on the couch and wait and see what happens?

jerks….