Post by uath on Oct 17, 2010 14:19:23 GMT 1
It was not a good day.
Wed. morning, I was called from my classroom with an emergency phone call. It was my mother saying that Dad had collapsed and I needed to come right away.
I arrived at the house at the same time as the ambulance. I had to guide them in. The driveway is a little hard to find.
I rushed in with the paramedics right behind me. Dad way laying on the bathroom floor, fully clothed. My mother was holding her oxygen up to his nose. There was no movement.
They started working on Dad. There was no pulse. They shocked him and beat on his chest. I was watching. They loaded him on the cot like a rag-doll.
I followed the ambulance to the hospital. Before they left, the head medic (who I know) and I locked eyes through the ambulance window. His look said it all.
When we got to the hospital. They got dad's heart beating and put him on a respirator. They put him in a cold pack. I went in to see him. He was ice-cold and his eyes were tightly shut. there were several tubes running out of his mouth. By this time my wife was there.
I decided to run home to get clothes and a toothbrush and to fill Mom in on what was going on. I had no sooner walked into my parent's house than the phone was ringing.
It was the hospital, saying we better hurry down.
My mom is an invalid. I loaded her into the car with her wheelchair and we rushed down.
It was too late. Dad had died.
Really, he died on the bathroom floor. They had just kept his heart physically beating for a while longer.
How can the world go on without him. He was more than my dad. He was my best friend.
There are SOOOO many things to worry about.
Wed. morning, I was called from my classroom with an emergency phone call. It was my mother saying that Dad had collapsed and I needed to come right away.
I arrived at the house at the same time as the ambulance. I had to guide them in. The driveway is a little hard to find.
I rushed in with the paramedics right behind me. Dad way laying on the bathroom floor, fully clothed. My mother was holding her oxygen up to his nose. There was no movement.
They started working on Dad. There was no pulse. They shocked him and beat on his chest. I was watching. They loaded him on the cot like a rag-doll.
I followed the ambulance to the hospital. Before they left, the head medic (who I know) and I locked eyes through the ambulance window. His look said it all.
When we got to the hospital. They got dad's heart beating and put him on a respirator. They put him in a cold pack. I went in to see him. He was ice-cold and his eyes were tightly shut. there were several tubes running out of his mouth. By this time my wife was there.
I decided to run home to get clothes and a toothbrush and to fill Mom in on what was going on. I had no sooner walked into my parent's house than the phone was ringing.
It was the hospital, saying we better hurry down.
My mom is an invalid. I loaded her into the car with her wheelchair and we rushed down.
It was too late. Dad had died.
Really, he died on the bathroom floor. They had just kept his heart physically beating for a while longer.
How can the world go on without him. He was more than my dad. He was my best friend.
There are SOOOO many things to worry about.
