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Between Work Insanity and My Father in the Hospital
Soooooo....
Approximately 2/3 of my work team is down and out with various unexpected health/legal/personal issues, which means that 2/3 of my work team is basically out of the office for the entire month of May.
Which means that those of us who are left are riding the nervous breakdown train because the level of work hasn't decreased, just the number of people who can actually do it. Which means that those of us who are left are working 12-hour days to make up for it.
Of course, in the middle of this whole, "It doesn't rain, it pours" scenario today I get a midday call from my brother telling me that Dad!Marcs was rushed to the hospital from the doctor's office.
Cripes.
The problem, which has been on-going for the year (or more), are dizzy spells. Now, these dizzy spells have been getting increasingly more frequent.
We've tried everything: changing glasses, tests for low blood pressure, high blood pressure, diabetes, low blood sugar, anemia, potassium levels, and on, and on, and on.
Nothing seems to be working.
Finally, today in the doctor's office Dad!Marcs had one of his violent dizzy spells in front of an actual medical professional.
The good news? My parents had an actual medical professional finally witness one of these things.
The bad news? Dad!Marcs was sent directly to the hospital. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. All praise be to Blue Cross Blue Shield, retired federal employees plan.
In any case, he got sent to one of the best hospitals in Central Mass for the battery of tests they've run him through today, will run him through tomorrow, and probably Saturday, too. When I asked how he was feeling, Dad!Marcs answer was, "Like a pincushion."
As for Mom!Marcs, she's sounding mighty relieved because, she figures that someone, somewhere will finally find something wrong after more than a year of putting up with the mystery.
So...yeah.
Looks like I *will* be having a nervous breakdown sometime this month.
But it would be nice if, at long last, the mystery of Dad!Marcs's dizzy spells were finally resolved.
Approximately 2/3 of my work team is down and out with various unexpected health/legal/personal issues, which means that 2/3 of my work team is basically out of the office for the entire month of May.
Which means that those of us who are left are riding the nervous breakdown train because the level of work hasn't decreased, just the number of people who can actually do it. Which means that those of us who are left are working 12-hour days to make up for it.
Of course, in the middle of this whole, "It doesn't rain, it pours" scenario today I get a midday call from my brother telling me that Dad!Marcs was rushed to the hospital from the doctor's office.
Cripes.
The problem, which has been on-going for the year (or more), are dizzy spells. Now, these dizzy spells have been getting increasingly more frequent.
We've tried everything: changing glasses, tests for low blood pressure, high blood pressure, diabetes, low blood sugar, anemia, potassium levels, and on, and on, and on.
Nothing seems to be working.
Finally, today in the doctor's office Dad!Marcs had one of his violent dizzy spells in front of an actual medical professional.
The good news? My parents had an actual medical professional finally witness one of these things.
The bad news? Dad!Marcs was sent directly to the hospital. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. All praise be to Blue Cross Blue Shield, retired federal employees plan.
In any case, he got sent to one of the best hospitals in Central Mass for the battery of tests they've run him through today, will run him through tomorrow, and probably Saturday, too. When I asked how he was feeling, Dad!Marcs answer was, "Like a pincushion."
As for Mom!Marcs, she's sounding mighty relieved because, she figures that someone, somewhere will finally find something wrong after more than a year of putting up with the mystery.
So...yeah.
Looks like I *will* be having a nervous breakdown sometime this month.
But it would be nice if, at long last, the mystery of Dad!Marcs's dizzy spells were finally resolved.
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I hope you get good news, and one of your colleagues back sooner than anticipated.
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