Immediate things: I just found another pair of pants that don’t fit. Figured they would, since they did last week and things were fine. Nope. I got them on ok, but sitting down made me feel like I was wearing a corset over my abdomen. I’ve not gained any weight though. Ken figures the baby is feeding off my daily foodal intake and I’m feeding off my blubber reserves. Good to know they’re useful for something other than heat retention in the winter. I’m also feeling the baby move around more. It’s not constant, but pretty regular on a daily basis. Feels… odd. Like the pressure when your bladder is full, except it also wiggles around. *eyes rolling*
We picked up a whole mess of yarn I needed. Got it cheap too, so that was great. Lea/Brian liked their wedding present. That was good. Lea said it was a set she’d had her eye on – and had thought about getting the basic set and then the matching bar set later on. We’ve given them a good start then. We picked up a copy of SimCity 4 Deluxe Ed. Looks complex, but Ken (and maybe me) will have a great time playing it. We also picked up some extra large towels from Penny’s on the way home. They were on sale, and I’m referring to them as the maternity towels. We brought a car-load of my stuff home too. The hope chest, amongst a lot of boxes. I’ll have a lot to go through once I get around to unpacking everything.
I’m very upset with my sister right now. I’ll be writing her a letter tonight but I don’t think I’ll send/give it to her until after her wedding. With report cards due in two weeks and the wedding to prepare for and Dad to contend with, she doesn’t need anymore stress than she’s already got. I couldn’t do that to her, as much as I’m hurting right now. Long story short is that despite reassuring from Jamie, I still feel like Lea could care less that I’m her sister. I believe (I won’t say for sure – benefit of the doubt and all that) she understands my stance on Dad’s care and especially visitors while he’s in ICU (we share Power of Attorney and these decisions should be mutual). Last night I found out that family friends from Toronto visited him last night and that more from Alberta will be flying in sometime soon (likely). While he’s in ICU I’m of the very strong opinion that only Lea/Brian, Virginia, and myself/Ken should visit. Jamie too, while Ken and I are down here. ICU isn’t a normal hospital visiting situation, and shouldn’t be treated as such. I feel that family/friends should not be calling the ICU nurses for info on how he’s doing – they should look to us for updates on him.
I’m also still agast and angry at the behaviour of one of Dad’s close friend’s daughter. She’s an RCMP officer. Keep that in mind while I explain why I’m so upset. She’s been calling practically non-stop to find out info on how Dad’s doing. Calling Lea, calling the hospital. She lied to the hospital and told them she was his neice and that she wanted to know how he was doing. We’d told them to not give out information to anybody but Lea, myself, and Virginia. She informed them that we’d allow her to have updates. She tried using her position as an RCMP officer to get information. Without even getting ahold of us (Lea wasn’t home much this weekend and the number they left didn’t include an area code – wtf?) she told the nurse that they were trying to find airline tickets to come out. The nurse explained that we didn’t want anyone visiting, save immediate family. She said that we’d let her and her father visit (Dad’s close friend). I’ve never met Andrea in person. I’ve never talked to her over the phone. I’m outraged (well, I was yesterday and the day before – I’ve cooled since then) that she – an officer of the law – lied and tried to coerce information out of a nurse. Apparently she’s not close enough to Dad to know his support and defense of nurses. Mom was a nurse, and Dad thinks the world of nurses. If he knew the way she treated these nurses, he’d be furious. He doesn’t lose his temper easily.
On to more important things.
When we were there, Dad wasn’t doing so well. His fever has remained and he has pneumonia now. He was pretty much unresponsive the whole time, though there were a few brief seconds where he’d open his eyes and recognize someone. While at Lea’s bridal shower Ken stayed with him for a bit and Dad looked at him and actually raised his hand towards him for a few seconds. That was very encouraging. Lea was supposed to call me yesterday afternoon with an update on how he’s doing – I called an left a message for her around 7:30 last night, and then called again at 9 before getting ahold of her. Apparently he’s doing better. When Dave and Carm and Nicole (family friends) visited him *eye roll* she said he was much more alert and responsive. I can’t deny that it hurts a little that he was so out of it while we were there yet responsive earlier last week and again now that we’re gone. Not that I think there’s any meaning in it, but the coincidence still hurts. As long as he’s doing better, though, I’ll deal.
I don’t know what’s going to happen between Lea and I. I’m getting the same impression that I had during Mom’s last few months when she was out of it, that she’s trying (purposefully or unconsciously) to “push me out”. I didn’t mind so much back then, because if that’s what she needed to do to feel better about Mom dying then I wasn’t going to get in the way. I’d had my time with Mom, and didn’t feel being with her when she was just a breathing shell would contribute to my memory of our relationship. I mind now though. Honestly I don’t think she’s doing it on purpose, but I don’t think I can sit quietly by and be pushed away. I’m already far enough away, I don’t need to be cut off completely.