#5 Help From Family Is Good
When my Partner (Father In Law – FIL) injured himself in LA,
I told you our #1 son went to stay with him the first couple of weeks. After those two weeks, it was my turn to
go. Never in a million years would I
think I would spend the next 5 months in LA with him during rehab.
The very first night, I got to LA I arrived at dark (cheapest
flights). Now being an adult male, I had
a sense of security about me that probably my wife wouldn’t have. I also had a sense of caution about the
people. TV doesn’t always portray LA as
a friendly town. I had to get from LAX
to UCLA Medical Center. Luckily, there
were plenty of travel options for me to choose.
I remember being very hungry and
the first place I came too by the hospital was an In -N- Out Burger joint. I bet you know what I did. I gorged myself and felt so much better.
My #1 had left me very specific instructions upon arrival at
the hospital as to where my FIL was located.
It was very late, and I checked into the ICU where everyone was as sweet
and nice as I was told by my #1. They had
a chair in my FIL room where I could stretch out and sleep. I took advantage of that immediately as I was
beat. Early morning brought rounds for
the doctors, who #1 had told me about them.
The doctors proceeded to explain to me and my FIL’s condition. It was heartbreaking as I knew then, a long road
awaited.
Mantra was needed immediately – “I got this with some help”
Daddio
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