Chaos incarnate is packing a home of 28 years with a pack rat... on top of caring for Daddy, going to school, and trying to keep up a social life. The social life had to go. Not to mention the stress of it all was making me reclusive anyway.
By February, I was taking my lunch break at home. I was blessed to be in the teacher cadet program and my wonderful teacher (love her to pieces still to this day! ) allowed me to go home after I completed my alloted time at the Elementary School. I would go home and fix my and daddy's lunch. We invented and modified utensils for him to eat with. Daddy was very smart at designing things and he would tell me how to make it. His fork was a plastic fork from Wendy's with napkins balled up and covered with duck tape to make it easy to hold with his limited grip. I enjoyed those times as well. Just being with him.
We had gotten used to the new ways of doing things. I thought that we had things figured out. The Monster was determined to prove me wrong. It was probally March at this point. I'm lying in bed, almost asleep and I hear a loud thud. I sit up and listen intently. "KRISTEN! " momma yells.
I run in their room, hurdle the bed and stop in the doorway to their bathroom. Momma was helping Daddy back to the bedroom when his legs gave way.
Anyone who knew my Daddy, knew he wasn't one to ask for help. He was of the upbringing that a man didn't ask for help... he just did what needed to be done. So, seeing him lying on the floor, completely helpless was something I could barely stomach. The Monster had delivered a sucker punch. I shook my feelings aside and tried to help. Momma was no bigger than a noodle at this point and Daddy was still a good 300+ pounds. So I told Momma to move and I went at it. I tried every point of leverage I could. I rolled him, tried putting my legs under him... it was useless. My 160 pound, 5'3" frame was no match to his 300 pound 6' frame of dead weight. I felt like crying because I couldn't help and the longer he was lying there... the more he hurt. He didn't like it, but we finally had to call the paramedics.
The monster let us know that night that he was still there and he wasn't finished.
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