Canada
This weekend, which was a 4 day-er for me as a government employee started off great. Forecast called for +30 or better from Thursday to Monday. Excellent.
Friday was hot. Very hot. We decided to build a fence this weekend, as we don't have the time to do it later on this month. Picked up the wood and set into it about noon Friday. Thermometer read 108 in the shade out on the concrete between the garage and the house. Too hot. I'll do the rest Saturday.
Saturday was hotter. At 7 am, it was alreay 21 degrees. Just sick. Humid as hell too. I needed to get that deck done, so I set into it with my father and hammered it out. Oh right, maybe I should eat something during the day rather than just crush beer after beer. Hung over by 4 pm. Ridiculous. Had Thai for dinner, it saved the day.
Sunday was hot. Dad called and said his thermometer read 112 in the shade. Maybe I should think about watering my GF's flowers. Maybe after this beer...
My grandfather calls (he's 88) and says my grandmother (she's 85) has fallen in the bathroom and he can't get her up. He's an old guy and has no strength. I rush over to their place (it's about a 5 minute drive) and find her doubled over in obvious exhaustion. She's extremely dehydrated and malnourished. Alarms bells are ringing. Grandfather is upset that his boiled eggs are ruined in the kitchen. Grandmother barely recognizes me. I help her to her feet and help her to the bedroom, which is about 20 feet away total distance. This trip take us (mostly me) about 15 minutes, maybe more. In the meantime, grandfather goes to watch the news.
So basically, I'm left to call an ambulance for my grandmother, and explain to my father and uncles that my grandfather is completely out of it and has no business taking care of my elderly grandmother. How awesome is that. Had she not fallen in the bathroom, I doubt she would have made the night, it was that bad. I find out it's been 4 days since she's eaten and only had two small glasses of water and a glass of apple juice since Thursday.
Monday morning I head to the hospital. After a good nights sleep and an IV, she's in way better shape. I'd like to think it's because she was away from my grandfather for 12 hours, but that would be mean. I mean, the lights are on with the guy, but there's no one at home sometimes. Well, most of the time. It's too bad.
She's having a battery of tests, blood work, everything but the kitchen sink. CAT scan reveals several small strokes which limit her motor skills. So she's slow from here on in.
I hear tonight that they're keeping her overnight for more observation, that they aren't convinced she's recovered enough to go home. In the meantime, grandfather has watched the news twice, cut the grass and went to the veterens building to play crib BEFORE going to the hospital. Yep, and I have to deal with this.
About 4 o'clock, GF's mother phones me in a panick that Father in Law has broken down on the highway about 30 minutes from here and his cell is dead. I guess the truck overheated. I grab a tank of fuel, some coolant and 4L of water and head out in +35 degree weather. I find him on the side of the road, hundreds of feet from any shade, hotter than hell out there. We recharge the rad and get him back on the road. Another 45 minute drive in the hot sun and I'm back in town, only to realize that in all my chaos this weekend, i've forgotten some yard work (puppy proofing the backyard) that needs to get done. Oh, don't worry, it's still +33 at this point, in the shade.
I'm taking the evening off. F-everything tonight. It can wait. The GF is out at a friends, it's just me and the pooch.
...........
Great. Pissed on the floor. It just gets better and better.
R35
(PS....it was the dog that pissed on the floor, not me....oh, wait, cancel that....
)
Friday was hot. Very hot. We decided to build a fence this weekend, as we don't have the time to do it later on this month. Picked up the wood and set into it about noon Friday. Thermometer read 108 in the shade out on the concrete between the garage and the house. Too hot. I'll do the rest Saturday.
Saturday was hotter. At 7 am, it was alreay 21 degrees. Just sick. Humid as hell too. I needed to get that deck done, so I set into it with my father and hammered it out. Oh right, maybe I should eat something during the day rather than just crush beer after beer. Hung over by 4 pm. Ridiculous. Had Thai for dinner, it saved the day.
Sunday was hot. Dad called and said his thermometer read 112 in the shade. Maybe I should think about watering my GF's flowers. Maybe after this beer...
My grandfather calls (he's 88) and says my grandmother (she's 85) has fallen in the bathroom and he can't get her up. He's an old guy and has no strength. I rush over to their place (it's about a 5 minute drive) and find her doubled over in obvious exhaustion. She's extremely dehydrated and malnourished. Alarms bells are ringing. Grandfather is upset that his boiled eggs are ruined in the kitchen. Grandmother barely recognizes me. I help her to her feet and help her to the bedroom, which is about 20 feet away total distance. This trip take us (mostly me) about 15 minutes, maybe more. In the meantime, grandfather goes to watch the news.
So basically, I'm left to call an ambulance for my grandmother, and explain to my father and uncles that my grandfather is completely out of it and has no business taking care of my elderly grandmother. How awesome is that. Had she not fallen in the bathroom, I doubt she would have made the night, it was that bad. I find out it's been 4 days since she's eaten and only had two small glasses of water and a glass of apple juice since Thursday.
Monday morning I head to the hospital. After a good nights sleep and an IV, she's in way better shape. I'd like to think it's because she was away from my grandfather for 12 hours, but that would be mean. I mean, the lights are on with the guy, but there's no one at home sometimes. Well, most of the time. It's too bad.
She's having a battery of tests, blood work, everything but the kitchen sink. CAT scan reveals several small strokes which limit her motor skills. So she's slow from here on in.
I hear tonight that they're keeping her overnight for more observation, that they aren't convinced she's recovered enough to go home. In the meantime, grandfather has watched the news twice, cut the grass and went to the veterens building to play crib BEFORE going to the hospital. Yep, and I have to deal with this.
About 4 o'clock, GF's mother phones me in a panick that Father in Law has broken down on the highway about 30 minutes from here and his cell is dead. I guess the truck overheated. I grab a tank of fuel, some coolant and 4L of water and head out in +35 degree weather. I find him on the side of the road, hundreds of feet from any shade, hotter than hell out there. We recharge the rad and get him back on the road. Another 45 minute drive in the hot sun and I'm back in town, only to realize that in all my chaos this weekend, i've forgotten some yard work (puppy proofing the backyard) that needs to get done. Oh, don't worry, it's still +33 at this point, in the shade.
I'm taking the evening off. F-everything tonight. It can wait. The GF is out at a friends, it's just me and the pooch.
...........
Great. Pissed on the floor. It just gets better and better.
R35
(PS....it was the dog that pissed on the floor, not me....oh, wait, cancel that....
)
