{"id":10366,"date":"2023-11-05T07:03:11","date_gmt":"2023-11-05T07:03:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/?p=10366"},"modified":"2023-11-05T08:30:16","modified_gmt":"2023-11-05T08:30:16","slug":"shit-dad-ae-etc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/?p=10366","title":{"rendered":"SHiT: Dad, A&amp;E, etc."},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" width=\"1024\" height=\"768\" src=\"http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/img_3398-1024x768.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-10365\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/img_3398-1024x768.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/img_3398-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/img_3398-768x576.jpg 768w, http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/img_3398-1536x1152.jpg 1536w, http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/11\/img_3398-2048x1536.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 767px) 89vw, (max-width: 1000px) 54vw, (max-width: 1071px) 543px, 580px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">Dad goes to A&amp;E, again.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>My dad, poor fucked up ol\u2019 sod that he is, only just got back from a Papworth Hospital sleep clinic today (well, technically yesterday).<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Teresa and I wanted to go see him\/the Palmer family, as I was delivering for Amazon\/Morrisons that evening. But for various reasons that idea fell through. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Dad was playing his martyred paranoiac role, whether in response to this &#8211; us not visiting them after all &#8211; or other stuff (his relations with family at home have been suffering, unsurprisingly), I\u2019m not sure. So in the end I decided I\u2019d pop round briefly, on my own, after work. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And what a fucking nightmare that turned into. By the time I\u2019d arrived, he\u2019d drunk most &#8211; one and a half &#8211; of two bottles of white wine. And when I arrived, or rather just after, he came staggering down the stairs, moaning and spitting\/drooling. A truly horrific sight. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Turns out he\u2019s only tried to drink some oil of feckin\u2019 cloves! <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I knew this was bad. But I googled it, to check. Sure enough: if ingested, it\u2019s toxic, get medical help urgently. So, I rang 111; a totally and utterly useless waste of time. After over twenty minutes queuing no one had even picked up my call. So I decided to ring 999. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>That was another saga in itself. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>God help our poor NHS*, hacked to pieces and starved to death by disaster capitalist Tories, till it\u2019s the shambolic mess we now have to deal with. And even so, it remains a treasure we\u2019ll be utter fools to lose (but look at Brexit; we <em>are <\/em>prize fools).<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>We got a call back from a paramedic. What a joke and waste of time <em>that<\/em> was! Just reiterating what my first call had already established. And they insisted on quizzing dad, despite him being so fucked up. Do they do \u201820 questions\u2019 with mashed up road-crash casualties. \u2018Which of your limbs is missing, sir?\u2019 Fucking insane!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Anyway, about an hour later an ambulance arrives. And over the next hour or so they examine dad, and, eventually, we persuade him to go in the ambulance to A&amp;E. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He hates going to hospital, esp\u2019 A&amp;E. And I can <em>totally<\/em> understand and sympathise. You\u2019re very ill, and you\u2019re left, unattended, in the seven circles of Hell, for many, many hours, along with loads of other hapless paupers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>After my first suicide attempt, several months back, I had a horrible visit to Peterborough A&amp;E: seven hours waiting! And then, when you do finally see someone, you wonder why you bothered going at all. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I wanted to feel that I\u2019d done something good: visiting dad. And then when it all went weird and horrible, trying to look after him. But I\u2019m not sure if I might not\u2019ve helped trigger the whole sorry episode. A fear that fills me with guilt and horror. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Guilt and horror. Dad\u2019s territory. Pure 100% charcoal black negativity. It\u2019s so corrosive and destructive!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And there I am, telling dad he needs to change how he responds. Stop drinking, and think positive. First and foremost, quit the boozing. So what do I do en-route home? Stop for a pint. And things go down hill from there, for me now, as well as dad. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>* As a devout atheist that\u2019s tantamount to saying \u2018we\u2019re screwed\u2019. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My dad, poor fucked up ol\u2019 sod that he is, only just got back from a Papworth Hospital sleep clinic today (well, technically yesterday). Teresa and I wanted to go see him\/the Palmer family, as I was delivering for Amazon\/Morrisons that evening. But for various reasons that idea fell through. Dad was playing his martyred &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/?p=10366\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;SHiT: Dad, A&amp;E, etc.&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false}}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/paGwUa-2Hc","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10366"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10366"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10366\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10371,"href":"http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10366\/revisions\/10371"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10366"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10366"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.sebpalmer.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10366"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}