Saturday, July 5, 2008

My Dad

I guess the day my dad had to call 9-1-1 he was napping on the couch since it was raining outside. Erin came in and woke him up and said she thought he had better call for help. Well, he jumped off the couch, ran into the kitchen, and poured a glass of orange juice. He brought it back into the living room where Erin was sitting and told her to drink it, and that he wasn’t going to call until she did. She told him she didn’t really feel like drinking orange juice, but he insisted, so she did. When she was finished, he asked her if she was feeling any better, and when she wasn’t, he then called. She was a little confused as to why he did that, so I explained that my uncle (my dad’s twin) is a diabetic and has been since he was a child. My dad’s brain is programmed to give him orange juice to help bring his blood sugar back up, and it was probably just his first reaction, especially since he was asleep. His mind wasn’t really processing everything she was saying, and he just knows to give OJ before calling 9-1-1 so diabetic shock doesn’t occur.

The other funny thing that happened was with the deck. My dad is building a deck for my mom, and the wood planks weren’t being delivered until today. In the meantime, my dad was putting in the footers and the cross support beams to get ready for the delivery. I guess he was so excited about sitting on the deck that he laid a piece of plywood out the sliding door so he could sit outside in the morning and drink his coffee. He called my mom to come and sit out there with him, and she declined, but from the sliding door in her dining room, she could see him (she was sitting at the dining room table). I guess he got up to walk to the end of the deck, balancing himself on a cross bar, and lost his balance. He fell through and got stuck (thankfully the deck is only 3 or 4 feet off the ground, not terribly high)! My mom and brother had to pull him out. He said he fell because he was bare foot and didn’t have his shoes on. Today, he went outside again to drink his coffee and again attempted to walk to the end of the deck. My sis happened to be sitting at the dining room table and saw him and told him he’d better get down before he fell again. His response? She didn’t have to worry because he was wearing his shoes. . .

*I am thankful I didn’t get my dad’s idea of common sense. :)*

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