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Sep. 27th, 2024 05:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dmxratedFour days ago, upon coming home from a therapy session, it wasn't enough for Mom and I to keep Dad propped up while helping him up the front steps; he wound up laying down on them on his back, and we had to provide him with a pillow and some stuff to keep him comfortable while he try to ascend like that. Mom eventually called emergency services after several protests of his, so that he could be taken to Stonybrook Hospital. (Good thing I had that day off, the last before five consecutive working days.)
From what Mom told me, it turned out that an abscess had formed next to that tumor already in place.
Aunt Marie had already been planning a visit for the next day, and wound up having to tend to Dad alongside Mom in the hospital, although she has been coming home with Mom each night and seeing me for a bit each morning before work.
Wednesday, Mom told me that they had managed to drain that infection, but Dad will still need to be treated in the hospital in Manhattan, I think for some special therapy that had to get postponed, something like that. Whatever the details are, she told me yesterday that I could cancel my morning bus rides for then and today (the afternoon rides still stand; I usually arrange one-way trips to work, but even before what went down, Mom told me that she wasn't counting on being available this week to drive me home).
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For reasons I can't remember, I made the call in my parents' room after speaking with Mom while she was still in bed; can't remember if I already had my phone on me, or if I actually came down first upon getting it instead of just remaining in the apartment.
Whatever the case was, it was nice being able to chat with Mom while waiting for 20 minutes for someone to pick up, especially with just one, inappropriately depressing song that started playing recently to replace such a nice soundtrack in place for years on end (more on that in a bit). From what a receptionist told me the other day when I asked, the phone system is undergoing some kind of reformatting, but the number I was given booted me off even when I called during the hours specified on the website. Sending an email instead did elicit an automated one promising me a response within 3-5 business days, but I still never heard back. (Good that at least the machine tells me again how long I can expect to wait; the first time I heard that damn song, the call actually dropped a few times before someone could answer me.)
To its credit, the stuff you hear now when someone puts you on hold is much more lively, although it could stand to just keep looping instead of starting over, so that clients get to hear more of it across different calls. Amongst other things that came up, though, yes, I actually did comment on such a song that Mom described more neutrally as "mournful". She described it as just some kind of classical music to have in the background, something just relaxing while you do stuff before someone picks up, but even the original soundtrack's classical tracks were more lively, to say nothing of other songs that I once described Makoto's theme from Getter Love!! to remind me of (here's that song in turn, just to give you an idea). (The song in place now actually reminds me of something Grandma Barbara described as "dreary" while listening to the radio on New Year's of '07 before putting on Twisted Christmas, several days after I had given her that for Christmas. Meanwhile, I also recall the one song I'd always hear whenever I called BJ's last year to remind me of the Green Garden theme from Bomberman 64 (what a coincidence that I'd link to that in turn from that same blog entry from before); I would surely have loved that as a battle theme for Starbound.)
From what Mom told me, it turned out that an abscess had formed next to that tumor already in place.
Aunt Marie had already been planning a visit for the next day, and wound up having to tend to Dad alongside Mom in the hospital, although she has been coming home with Mom each night and seeing me for a bit each morning before work.
Wednesday, Mom told me that they had managed to drain that infection, but Dad will still need to be treated in the hospital in Manhattan, I think for some special therapy that had to get postponed, something like that. Whatever the details are, she told me yesterday that I could cancel my morning bus rides for then and today (the afternoon rides still stand; I usually arrange one-way trips to work, but even before what went down, Mom told me that she wasn't counting on being available this week to drive me home).
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For reasons I can't remember, I made the call in my parents' room after speaking with Mom while she was still in bed; can't remember if I already had my phone on me, or if I actually came down first upon getting it instead of just remaining in the apartment.
Whatever the case was, it was nice being able to chat with Mom while waiting for 20 minutes for someone to pick up, especially with just one, inappropriately depressing song that started playing recently to replace such a nice soundtrack in place for years on end (more on that in a bit). From what a receptionist told me the other day when I asked, the phone system is undergoing some kind of reformatting, but the number I was given booted me off even when I called during the hours specified on the website. Sending an email instead did elicit an automated one promising me a response within 3-5 business days, but I still never heard back. (Good that at least the machine tells me again how long I can expect to wait; the first time I heard that damn song, the call actually dropped a few times before someone could answer me.)
To its credit, the stuff you hear now when someone puts you on hold is much more lively, although it could stand to just keep looping instead of starting over, so that clients get to hear more of it across different calls. Amongst other things that came up, though, yes, I actually did comment on such a song that Mom described more neutrally as "mournful". She described it as just some kind of classical music to have in the background, something just relaxing while you do stuff before someone picks up, but even the original soundtrack's classical tracks were more lively, to say nothing of other songs that I once described Makoto's theme from Getter Love!! to remind me of (here's that song in turn, just to give you an idea). (The song in place now actually reminds me of something Grandma Barbara described as "dreary" while listening to the radio on New Year's of '07 before putting on Twisted Christmas, several days after I had given her that for Christmas. Meanwhile, I also recall the one song I'd always hear whenever I called BJ's last year to remind me of the Green Garden theme from Bomberman 64 (what a coincidence that I'd link to that in turn from that same blog entry from before); I would surely have loved that as a battle theme for Starbound.)