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beansideBefore I get started on my daily whine, allow me to wish my beloved, nilchance the happiest birthday that they can have. I love you and you're amazing.
Y'know, I really thought we were on the downslope of drama. But the hits just keep coming. My sister went down to visit dad while we played MotW, and the nurse looked at her and said "Oh, are you taking him home?" They told us he was being discharged at 3. We pointed out that he couldn't stand, so we weren't sure how we would get him in a car, and we were told that they'd arrange transport. They agreed that yes, that was correct. They were discharging him at 3pm. It was 1:30.
My sister texted us, and we cancelled our 4pm game. (This is the third game I've had to cancel in a week because of him.). As she was on her way home, they called her, that no one had apparently ordered transport so he was going to be later. No clue when. Finally, around 4, they let her know it would be between 6:30 and 8:30pm.
He got home around 8:45, and they got him in the bed, and we went to work, getting him cleaned up and ready for bed. And then, the hospital bed stopped working. But we persevered, putting a wedge pillow under him and settling him in.
He's still a bit confused, was asking us whether we'd moved his bedroom downstairs. I'm not sure if his brain was at his childhood home or if he thought we'd tossed him in the basement. He's on hardcore antibiotics for the next 12 days, and hopefully that'll improve some more. He's compliant, so if it doesn't, it'll be upsetting, but we'll deal.
On Monday, I'll call about the bed and see if they can fix it with him in it. I doubt they can. So we'll have to figure that out. Might need to switch out the sit/stand with an actual lift for a few days.
On the plus side, MotW was a lot of fun. The fun of CONfab made me want to do something with a fan convention, so I went with that, and made it a con for the in universe hit show "Paranormal," which is a mishmash of Supernatural, Buffy and anything else I could throw in. (I gave way too much thought to this fake show, y'all.). The players dealt with panels about Blaircest, Female characters automatically being Mary Sues and the obligatory shipping panels. The fangirls, being young and stupid, decided to "summon" the show's resident angel. Everything was fine and then some klutz spilled wine on the tarp used for the "summoning." And lo, they summoned an angel, just not the one they wanted.
The angel was going off the Proverb verse about things that are an abomination to the lord. Haughty eyes, lying tongue, etc. And we had all of fandom's greatest hits. The full of themselves BNF, the girl who crowdfunded for her "kidney transplant," the anti shippers, the one ready to brand them as perverts for writing teen-fic. I'm pretty sure I gave my players massive psychic damage, and they seemed to oddly enjoy it. By the time they were triumphant, we ticked the clock a little closer to them being totally exposed and the supernatural masquerade being blown for good.
As I said, we had to cancel the 4pm D&D game, but that's okay. It was a one shot, so I don't feel as bad about that as I did about last Sunday's game. Hopefully, Dad will settle his ass down now, so things will be better.
And now, I am going to go forth and get myself together. Nothing planned for today, so I'm just going to try to relax.
nilchance the happiest birthday that they can have. I love you and you're amazing.Y'know, I really thought we were on the downslope of drama. But the hits just keep coming. My sister went down to visit dad while we played MotW, and the nurse looked at her and said "Oh, are you taking him home?" They told us he was being discharged at 3. We pointed out that he couldn't stand, so we weren't sure how we would get him in a car, and we were told that they'd arrange transport. They agreed that yes, that was correct. They were discharging him at 3pm. It was 1:30.
My sister texted us, and we cancelled our 4pm game. (This is the third game I've had to cancel in a week because of him.). As she was on her way home, they called her, that no one had apparently ordered transport so he was going to be later. No clue when. Finally, around 4, they let her know it would be between 6:30 and 8:30pm.
He got home around 8:45, and they got him in the bed, and we went to work, getting him cleaned up and ready for bed. And then, the hospital bed stopped working. But we persevered, putting a wedge pillow under him and settling him in.
He's still a bit confused, was asking us whether we'd moved his bedroom downstairs. I'm not sure if his brain was at his childhood home or if he thought we'd tossed him in the basement. He's on hardcore antibiotics for the next 12 days, and hopefully that'll improve some more. He's compliant, so if it doesn't, it'll be upsetting, but we'll deal.
On Monday, I'll call about the bed and see if they can fix it with him in it. I doubt they can. So we'll have to figure that out. Might need to switch out the sit/stand with an actual lift for a few days.
On the plus side, MotW was a lot of fun. The fun of CONfab made me want to do something with a fan convention, so I went with that, and made it a con for the in universe hit show "Paranormal," which is a mishmash of Supernatural, Buffy and anything else I could throw in. (I gave way too much thought to this fake show, y'all.). The players dealt with panels about Blaircest, Female characters automatically being Mary Sues and the obligatory shipping panels. The fangirls, being young and stupid, decided to "summon" the show's resident angel. Everything was fine and then some klutz spilled wine on the tarp used for the "summoning." And lo, they summoned an angel, just not the one they wanted.
The angel was going off the Proverb verse about things that are an abomination to the lord. Haughty eyes, lying tongue, etc. And we had all of fandom's greatest hits. The full of themselves BNF, the girl who crowdfunded for her "kidney transplant," the anti shippers, the one ready to brand them as perverts for writing teen-fic. I'm pretty sure I gave my players massive psychic damage, and they seemed to oddly enjoy it. By the time they were triumphant, we ticked the clock a little closer to them being totally exposed and the supernatural masquerade being blown for good.
As I said, we had to cancel the 4pm D&D game, but that's okay. It was a one shot, so I don't feel as bad about that as I did about last Sunday's game. Hopefully, Dad will settle his ass down now, so things will be better.
And now, I am going to go forth and get myself together. Nothing planned for today, so I'm just going to try to relax.
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Date: 2023-05-21 04:12 pm (UTC)