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which_chickWent to Ortho for x-rays yesterday. So far so good on the bone alignment and shit. Still not to lift, hold, or carry anything weighing more than a sheet of paper. So, still useless. Hand mobility (fingers and thumb) is OK insofar as allowed by cast. I type with about a hand and a half now. That's WAY better than I was doing in the first week.
Ortho says that if bones are going to shift out of position, that is most common in week two and three. After that things should be pretty trustworthy for staying put provided idiot bone owner does not go do dumb stuff. I got the distinct impression that all manner of playing horse was dumb stuff in the ortho's eyes. *sigh*
BP for this ortho visit was 110/68. I do not have high blood pressure, you idiots. Also, still fat. Fuck you and your bmi info.
Dad's in Mexico, vacationing. His wife (died last May) had been doing the daily proof-of-life stuff, an emotional labor that I had not noticed until it wasn't getting done. I told dad about cast day (Wed. the 9th) appointment and let him know that I would update him after the appt. So, I emailed him Wed. after the appt. Crickets.
Sometimes he doesn't notice emails if under same subject heading, so I re-emailed him on Thursday, Feb. 10. Twice. *chirp* *chirp*
So then I emailed him Friday, Febuary 11, still nothing. By lunchtime February, I tried calling his house in Mexico. It rang busy.
My dad is eighty years old in March and he does not hear well. I know that he was concerned about my busted wrist and was LOOKING FOR more information from me about it. And yet I get radio silence.
This is how I wound up on the phone to the local cops in Rincon de Guyabidos (neighboring town) using my stupid high school Spanish.
Buenos tardes. Lo siento, no hablo espanol muy bien. Hay alguien alli que habla ingles? (no.) Esta bien. Tengo un problema. Mi padre tiene una casa en La Penita de Jaltemba. El es un hombre viejo y no puede oir bien. Todos los dias, el me escribe correos electronicos. Cada dia el me escribe. Pero, no correos electronicos hace tres dias. Tambien, llame a su telefono en su casa y no respuesta. Estoy muy preocupada por el. Puede Usted ir a su casa y ve si el esta bien o necesita ayuda? (Fuck, I do not know how to say 'wellness check' in Spanish.) Su direccion es (address of house).
I did finally get ahold of him. His "phone and internet" were down. He did not understand why I was so upset. Seriously, it was no big deal. There was no reason for me to call the cops.
FML. I have a hearing-impaired eighty year old boy with a passport and a credit card.
I fixed his cell to "magically" work in Mexico (he had thought this was 'too expensive') and told him that if he ever wanted to go to his stupid fucking beach house in Mexico ever again, he would keep it charged, keep it on his person, and text me at least once per day.
Surprisingly, he has now mastered texting. Compliance good.
And in slightly happier news, the IRS will be sending me a check for $659.94 within four to six weeks, maybe. That's what their letter says, anyway.
Ortho says that if bones are going to shift out of position, that is most common in week two and three. After that things should be pretty trustworthy for staying put provided idiot bone owner does not go do dumb stuff. I got the distinct impression that all manner of playing horse was dumb stuff in the ortho's eyes. *sigh*
BP for this ortho visit was 110/68. I do not have high blood pressure, you idiots. Also, still fat. Fuck you and your bmi info.
Dad's in Mexico, vacationing. His wife (died last May) had been doing the daily proof-of-life stuff, an emotional labor that I had not noticed until it wasn't getting done. I told dad about cast day (Wed. the 9th) appointment and let him know that I would update him after the appt. So, I emailed him Wed. after the appt. Crickets.
Sometimes he doesn't notice emails if under same subject heading, so I re-emailed him on Thursday, Feb. 10. Twice. *chirp* *chirp*
So then I emailed him Friday, Febuary 11, still nothing. By lunchtime February, I tried calling his house in Mexico. It rang busy.
My dad is eighty years old in March and he does not hear well. I know that he was concerned about my busted wrist and was LOOKING FOR more information from me about it. And yet I get radio silence.
This is how I wound up on the phone to the local cops in Rincon de Guyabidos (neighboring town) using my stupid high school Spanish.
Buenos tardes. Lo siento, no hablo espanol muy bien. Hay alguien alli que habla ingles? (no.) Esta bien. Tengo un problema. Mi padre tiene una casa en La Penita de Jaltemba. El es un hombre viejo y no puede oir bien. Todos los dias, el me escribe correos electronicos. Cada dia el me escribe. Pero, no correos electronicos hace tres dias. Tambien, llame a su telefono en su casa y no respuesta. Estoy muy preocupada por el. Puede Usted ir a su casa y ve si el esta bien o necesita ayuda? (Fuck, I do not know how to say 'wellness check' in Spanish.) Su direccion es (address of house).
I did finally get ahold of him. His "phone and internet" were down. He did not understand why I was so upset. Seriously, it was no big deal. There was no reason for me to call the cops.
FML. I have a hearing-impaired eighty year old boy with a passport and a credit card.
I fixed his cell to "magically" work in Mexico (he had thought this was 'too expensive') and told him that if he ever wanted to go to his stupid fucking beach house in Mexico ever again, he would keep it charged, keep it on his person, and text me at least once per day.
Surprisingly, he has now mastered texting. Compliance good.
And in slightly happier news, the IRS will be sending me a check for $659.94 within four to six weeks, maybe. That's what their letter says, anyway.
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Date: 2022-02-26 12:04 am (UTC)lol
I am with you. Dad needs to answer his phone.
Yay refund!