"Wake Up" by Arcade Fire

Friday: I have to admit the past 2 weeks have been really rough. I’m still trying to get over being sick and make sure I get all the work done that I missed. The test that I took in experimental seriously kicked my ass. I feel like saying I didn’t study because I was sick is me making excuses, but it is the truth. I can’t study when I’m taking medication to help me feel better and all I do after taking it is sleep. I asked Anna if there was some sort of way to make up credit and she said there will be extra credit and we all have bad days. I hope that there is something that works out soon with that, I really can’t afford to do poorly in this class. Its rather a big deal…

Tuesday my father was feeling ill, and had a 105 fever. My mother and him thought the cause of his fever was what I was getting over. His fever broke shortly after, but that is when the strange behavior started. He began to act oddly and speak oddly, reminding me of when he was sick years ago when he had the kidney infection, or even my grandmother and her dementia. It wasn’t overly noticeable in all honesty, just something weird and random. It wasn’t until Thursday where things got really weird. When I woke up to get ready, to meet Aisha in the city, I noticed he wasn’t home. I sat on the couch and ate, and my mother asked where he was and I wasn’t sure. She got worried and called him only to find out he was in some random diner drinking hot tea with lemon. My mother just told him to come home as soon as possible due to the fever possibly spiking up again. He said he would, and I rushed to get ready since I was running an hour behind. Poor Aisha waiting in the city calling me, I was surprised she didn’t kill me when I finally got there. As soon as I went up the escalator to meet her my mother called me all upset. She wished I hadn’t left and was still home since my father was acting strangely and she wanted me there to help her take him to the emergency room. I didn’t know how to explain things to Aisha but I knew she’d understand. I told her what went on as we walked to Sephora and shopped quickly. I ended up also bumping into the manager at Sephora that told me to complain about the other manager that always gives me shit when I go in the store. She thanked me for putting in the complaint and that things were taken care of. Aisha and I then ran around as I tried to figure out if I wanted to eat first or get a drink and leave. I just got a drink, left, and got home to find out what was going on in the house. My father was stumbling around, barely able to keep his balance and all over the place. My mother kept yelling at him as if he were a 2 year old to try and keep him on the couch. Finally we were ready and it was time to try to get him to the car…

This event was epic. As we got ready to leave he was busy looking for music to listen to in the car. My mother yelled for him to forget that and we had to go. He stumbled to the car as I tried to guide him and he ended up sitting in the front only to get yelled at to sit in the back. We drove him to the hospital as fast as we could and then the journey began as to getting him into the actual Emergency room. We couldn’t find it basically. Two EMTs were outside by the ambulances playing catch, we asked them where the ER was and they directed us to the entrance they go to. I walked there with my father, well more like tried to. He was stumbling all over. The EMTs did nothing but watch, they didn’t offer help or anything meanwhile it was obvious something was wrong since my father could barely walk. I walked into the entrance and the secuirity guard was saying we had the wrong entrance. I explained that the EMTs told us to come in that way and he asked for id and told us to go to the door. When we did he said that we had to wait for the EMTs to let us in and I explained they weren’t with us and that my father needed to go to the ER right away. My father continued to pull on the door which made a nurse come and ask us what was going on. I had these 2 morons breathing down my back and my father all fucked up. I didn’t know what to do. My mother came in shortly after and we explained that the EMTs told us to go in this way, they were not with us and were busy playing catch outside, my father was seriously sick and delirious and needed medical attention. They told us to leave and go in the regular ER entrance and my mother and I both pointed out my father can’t walk. It was until then that a doctor inside or who ever he was, someone that should be given a medal of kindness, came outside and asked what was wrong. He saw my father was a patient of the hospital and took him in. My mother and I had to walk around to the waiting area.

Walking through the metal detector was a fucking bitch! I took all the contents of my pocket out and placed them inside of the plastic tray. I walked through only to beep. When my pocket was wanded it kept going off. Pocket change, earmuffs, glucose tablets were inside yet after that was all taken out it still went off. The wrapper of a fruit rollup was setting it off every time. Before this revelation, I wanted to take my coat off and throw it to the ground telling them to deal with it and go see my father. I walked off though extremely frustrated and pissed at the situation. I refused to come back in the hospital because of it but I know I’ll have to. We waited in the waiting room to hear something in regards about him. Thirty minutes later a doctor came out and asked us what happened. When we informed her she said she knew something was wrong because my father seemed out of it. When we spoke to him he didn’t really want to be there and was upset that he was. No one likes to be in the hospital but something was seriously wrong with him. When we explained to another doctor what was going on, my mother told him that it could be an infection with his kidneys and that all he needed was an iv and antibiotics. When we left we headed home with plans of visiting him later on in the night, but that didn’t happen.

This morning when the doctor called and got my mother on the phone he asked her “do you want my job” confusing my mother. My father had a drastic change in his mental state after given an iv with antibiotics. When my mother spoke to him he seemed better. He also pointed out to not come by today and see him which was weird. We’re planning on going tomorrow though. I know he’ll enjoy hearing the story about how the tenants on the third floor didn’t pay the rent, its over due, and how they left to go to Belize for Jacky to meet her dying mother and leave it up to some friend to bring us the money. Which didn’t happen and it’s late. What a day tomorrow will be…