I swiped the headline from my Spwug post, but it’s too funny not to reuse.
I’ve been wrestling with blogging too much about my personal life on AZM because that’s not really what it was intended for. Sharing my opinions, ranting and raving, cursing at just about everything, yes, that’s clearly what AZM is all about. But as I discovered with my divorce, the less I talk to my friends, the worse it ends up being for myself. So here goes.
Last night, I spent a great deal of time in Suburban Hospital’s award winning Emergency Room lobby where I was fortunate enough to witness a doctor patch up a guy’s bleeding hand right in front of my very tired eyes. Talk about award winning service! This rare opportunity was afforded Audrey, my mom, and me because earlier in the evening, my dad was found lying down on a sidewalk right where MD Route 355 meets I-495 and was taken to the Emergency Room at Suburban Hospital.
For the past few months, my dad has been suffering through severe anxiety and depression brought on by hypertension, high blood pressure, and a host of other things that he hasn’t let his mind deal with. He was diagnosed back in early July, spent ten days in the psych ward at Bethesda Naval, spent some time at home, and has been back at work since September. He hasn’t been the same person ever since, but we were certain that he was making progress. Lately, he’s been doing really well, so well that the psychiatrist decided to change his routine.
Apparently, when you go crazy, you rely on routines to get you through the day. Recognizable patterns help bring a sense of order and serve to calm you. A change in routine can disrupt this normalcy which is what we suspect happened yesterday. Dad was on a new regiment for his medication which probably screwed with his brain meats. A little before five, he got off at the Grovesnore Metro stop and decided to walk home. Earlier in the day, my mom and he had dropped off her car in the garage so he could pick it up when he got back from work. He must have known that he didn’t have his car, but he might have forgotten where mom’s car was parked. So he started walking. He got exhausted and decided to lay down and that’s when someone found him, called the authorities, and an ambulance took him to the hospital.
Guess who didn’t call us with the news.
At about 8:30pm, Audrey and I were sitting down to eat dinner and watch a movie. We had run some errands and even snuck in a quick workout. About 9pm, mom called and asked if anything had happened on the Metro. Dad hadn’t come home yet. Audrey and I ran out to our car and drove to Grovesnore to see if mom’s car was still there. It was. So we called mom. She had already called the police and they were on their way so we headed to my mom’s place to meet up.
We got to my parent’s house and the officer was already there. Earlier, he had heard of an Asian male being picked up off a sidewalk at 355 and 495 and taken to a hospital. He made the call and it turned out to be my dad. We thanked the officer and rushed over to the hospital. They let mom go in to see my dad and asked Audrey and I to wait and experience the award winning lobby for ourselves.
It has been quite a night.
So today, we’re transferring him to Walter Reed (yes, that Walter Reed) because dad’s psychiatrist wants him to get checked out by their team. In a few hours, we’ll caravan down to Walter Reed and sit and wait and see if their lobby meets award winning standards.
I think I’ll spend some time drawing a comic about all this. I feel like it should be documented somehow.
Anyway, he’s stable, but completely uncooperative right now. He chooses not to speak to anyone or respond to anyone so who knows what the fuck is going on in his mind. He’s safe now and that’s the important thing.
And if you’ve made it this far, thank you for the indulgence. Blogging about this mess is somewhat therapeutic believe it or not.